Fish In A Bowl

I'm fish in the bowl, thrashing,
wanting to be dark soul thrashing,
not the stranger, dashing,
just the mad man, rushing.
Am I the truth of words, trusting........

I want something soft, and gentle,
the touch of my hands will tremble,
the guilt of the sins that will bubble,
the metaphors to solve a puzzle..

Fish in a bowl, sees us the whole,
the conflicted hurt, buried in hole,
the truth, a denial to what we know,
and yet we still march and crawl.

I want just a soul,
Gentle beknown...