The aquarium sat in the back of the room,
Sending away all the gloom,
Not just there to look at,
But there to find where you’re at.
The fish swim round,
Your mind floats away,
They look like they come,
From far away.
The colours, so bright,
They glint under the light,
You’re mind drifts away.
The thoughts that are produced,
Are out of the blue,
They mean so much,
Just to you.
Your thoughts are your own,
That aquarium sat in at the back of the room,
Is there, not just to lift the gloom.