The Fishes Problem (Ripple)

Listening, hearing, they are 2 different things,
Changing, Altering, Fighting, they bring.
I hate lying, heart is dying, will I give in?
Mind is stumbling, words I`m fumbling, is it a fin?

The noises turn to earache, my pain is not fake.
To those that take, it was my mistake.
That lack of fulfilment I can`t seem to shake.

So, cheer on, you fateful one – or mourn if you must.
The dust will settle with sound of drum. Broken Trust.

Drumming, I hear them coming, from them I am nothing
Running, I`m stuttering, I am not escaping,
The pain which is aching. My pain is not fake.
That lack of fulfilment I can`t seem to shake.

Not for the Faint-Hearted.

The Fish of the Sea.