The Goldfish

So this is my world, eh? This is a square world. Triangle? Could it be a round ... okay? Do they call this flying ... no? I know that I'm not walking. What am I doing? I forgot. I do that a lot. Forget things. Oh well. I think I'll just swim. That's it! Swimming. I'm swimming. And all of this is water. Though it's weird. Water's free. Wide and free, It is not in this round ... bowl. Water makes noise constantly. They crash. They're called waves. They hit a thing called a beach. There are others just like me. Most differently. But alas! Something happens e'er so oft. I get lost ... My memory is as long as this bowl I swim in ...