A question that haunts me, day and night,
Can I escape this world, of aqua and white?
Should I stay content, and never roam,
Or fulfill my yearning, for seas unknown?
But what if I am set, accidentally free,
Can I find my route, towards the vast sea?
My fins are weak, and though I daily pined,
I was limited to this tank, have remained confined.
The dream of freedom, a current I chase,
But this tank is my only, safe and familiar place.
The weight of this dream, is pulling me down,
I keep swimming in circles, and live without renown.
Today, however, I saw in the aquarium's glass,
That I'm shiny and golden and of a different class.
PS: This was written in conjunction with chatGPT. I asked chatGPT to convert the poem 'Setting the Birdie Free' to fish from bird and then played around with the output and refined it a lot.
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