[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Walk-in clinic when I was 9
Started this hobby of mine
Watching the fish tank to kill the time
Don't tap the glass, set the sign
It's when I saw the guppy, the endler kind
From that day on, it never left my mind
"Mom can I get a fish?" "No we have to get to church"
"Mom, can I get one now?" "Maybe after you do research"
The library was my Google back then
Never ever left whenever I went
Never ever found a book I didn't yet read
All the fishkeeping was stuff I studied already
"Mom I think I'm ready, I won't fail
Now we wait for that Dollar per Gallon Sale"
So many choices, so many colors & scales
Long have I forgotten about my Endler tale
Distracted by the options I wanted to take them all
Mom said I can only pick 5 so I grabbed the ones I saw
Some were small, some were tall, I did not make the right call
& shortly after, no doubt, I hit that wall
The artificial decor & the lack of a rhizome
With the severe case of Noah's Arc Syndrome & no biome
All of a sudden, there was a burden in my my home
I stopped caring & cleaning the fish tank on my own
[?] took over the tank & also my heart
I forgot the best part of the hobby & what I had from the start
What I had wanted to start, all along
Was a piece of nature, in my room, growing strong
& after a long time when I had no time to spare
I passed by a fish tank & I've always stopped to stare
A little endler swimming in between the java ferns
At that moment, my heart relearned what it truly yearned
So I went home & found my fish tank empty & covered in dust
Dusted it off just like that & took care of the rust
"This time I'll do it right", I told myself, I knew I must
& I'll share my hobby with the world, whoever finds a fund
2017 August 21
(It's funny how things happen)
(I guess you never really know what small little things can affect you the most)