Dead fish floating in with the tide,

It follows whatever the current abides

The waves are gently, pleasant and calm,

Like so the fish follows along

The ocean grows stronger, churning with force

The fish comes along, flopping of course

The wave reaches shore, and crashes on land

The fish rides along, landing as planned

But as the wave draws away,

He realizes he is alone, with nothing can he stay

The fish slowly rots, flies eat him to the ground,

This is someones mind slowly rotting away, making not a sound

For those who follow, their minds are dead to the world

It does not do ones self good to try and fit the mold