the big blue fish tank

how bemusing the view through bubbles of my ocean

clear on sunny days, cloudy at times, with strong gusts occasionally

misty cool, yet noisy and stormy on some nights so scary

on deathly quiet days, peace turns to boring

feats of extraordinary aerobatics seem to be a nice distraction

once a week, torrents flow by, removing some of us accidentally

splashes of colours play out as we unite to feed

a feast for sore eyes

those bubble blowing contests to express our needs are futile

or not, we cannot know, or even if we are heard

tsunamis seem designed to refresh our thinking on who we depend on

collapsing and death traps unpredict a normally boring existence

if not for the community of unique fish like us who are aliens

and yet are migrants now resident

there is no normal, while we have needs sold to us by

bubbles of discontent only, delivered by the clueless among us

some worth comparing, rest not investing

all the pain is temporary, as a matter of time is

only what we make of it

who we make from it

how we make it for

all else is a matter of fish food

sand and rocks


About felix lee

a change agent and philosopher, I have been in corporate business for about 28 years chiefly in marketing, events, PR and IT. this is a small way of sharing wisdoms in starting and re-inventing your business and running it holistically like you do with your life. i am learning to write ebooks and welcome tips from anyone who is happy to share them. please drop me a line anytime. Kindly forgive the messy housekeeping...
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