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Goldfish fighting in my dishwasher
I'm slowly evaporating from this verbal tennis match
For some reason we continue to give breath to these vapor windy circles
Brewing a coffee tornado that is going to spill all over my shirt
And they say didn't cry over spilled milk, but there's a river of rain I've been holding back
And I'll be damned if I let this game end at 40 love
But is victory really as sweet when blood sheds from pain and not perseverance
I'll keep painstakingly swimming even when the water is above my head
Because when you take that 1 second to notice everything around you
The dirty food tables are eventually going to be clean
The question isn't who is going to do the dishes
But when will we stop acting like goldfish fighting in my dishwasher
And look outside the glass to see a whole world needing just one person to keep swimming
p.s. you don’t have to tread water when you can float with your reflection...
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