Parrotfish

Unassuming stealth,

Trapped in a social net.

"To be or not to be," I ask.

I could break free, but I am weak.

No faith to be found anywhere.

Struggle,

Struggle,

Struggle.

An opening!

I make my way.

There's nets ahead

But for the moment,

I am free.

 

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