Sometimes my thoughts are caught

In a Goldfish bowl.

Around and around they go

Until, tired of useless thought

I lose myself in talk,

Or empty pleasure.

 

 

But when alone, and at my leisure

My inner talk and thought

Runs around and around again.

 

 

At times I envy them, those fish

Who know naught of men

And their useless thought!

 

When my mind is quiet

I find an inner peace.

I shall watch the fish go round

And allow my thought to cease,

And be content as them,

In their watery world.