Many Fish

Seen in the form of a dream. Told by the form of a wish, lying here
alone in a metaphoric stream. I've heard before of many fish. Swimming
in the wide wild sea. Still alone i lie, in metaphoric stream. Wishing i
could see this dream again. Love will come, I've seen it clearly. Still
my future may not begin til i have finished this solo scrimmage.
Grudgingly, impatiently I wait until the day when i may arise again full
of glory. For this fish awaits not in a dream. For he is real... this
wished upon fish, beautiful and poetic in his image.