Fish

There are plenty fish in the sea, they say
But you know, the only fish that I want is one
I don’t like fish
Except that fish
I don’t believe in fish but that fish
I never try any fish unless that fish

Fish that pray to the cross and me pray to the stone
Fish that couldn’t see widely and me can’t have tiny sight
Fish that believe and I don’t
Fish who tries and Im afraid
Fish that love and I doubt

Its okay to have storm
Everybody says storm will pass
But, how about the after effect?
How about the houses that broke?
How about the fear?
How about the trust?
Yea, people..
Storm will pass but not the story.





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