Poem

I was just think about the fish. The fish has no life, but never mind- who knows? The fish does have a life. We always make assumptions like that. We think that there are like "lesser beings" than us, not knowing what's beyond their fish tank, or whatever. But don't we do the same thing? We totally immerse ourselves in our own world, and our society,not knowing what's beyond our world.  So we are judging the fish. I don't know what I think of that. I still think that it's impossible to write down what your thinking on paper, because I don't think in words, exactly. Wonder if I'll get to watch the voice tonight. My thoughts always seem to circle back to the voice. That's perfectly fine with me.