all the while i've been the fish in the water as u baited me wif your malicious hook.
u caught me, played ard wif my fins n tail, and threw me back in the water.
so that u can lure me wif a more delicious bait later on when u're bored.
when a boat passed by, asking how's the catch, u said, nuthin much, not anything worth mentioning.
and i've been such a fool to allow all that to happen again and again.
the fish's broken lips and mutilated mouth can never be healed.

one day the fish'll die from it's wounds.
i will die.
by then it'll be too late to realize i've been swimming only within a small boundary of your fishing boat.
after swimming within the boundary for so long, i've forgotten the way out.
i thought i was the only fish in the water.
u made me think that i'll be put in your bucket on your boat to bring home.
but hell no.
every movement i made was unacceptable.
every flip of my tail, any gasps for air, or water sprinkled on your face was a death sentence.
until u finally threw me outta your boat, telling me that fishing aint for u.
u juz wanna stop fishing for a while... see the world and be free.

i never knew u had an ikan bilis stored in a small can next to your feet.
when i swam away from your boat, turning back to see if u'd thrown another bait, u shouted cross the water saying how could u!
i had wanted to put u in my bucket and bring u home!
now u did it!
u juz lost your only chance!
as i swim, side-bellied in the water, watching u, half my will for survival has gone, u stand up and shout to the rest of the world, I HAVE CAUGHT A FISH! and raise your can u've stored next to your feet high up above your head.
now, im the fish in the river, spitting water onto your face, hoping u'll notice me again, coz other den spitting water from my distorted mouth, i've no other ways of communications.
u dun see me in the water, u dun reach out to touch my fin, u dun call out to see if im still here.
someday, i'll come to a point when u'll finally lose your patience, and spear me wif that fishing spear u've prepared long time ago, when u've decided this fish aint appealing to your eyes no more, this fish has been within your boundary for too long.any wrong movements, u'll spear this fish and let it sink to the bottom of the river. the spear, u'll give up, coz u'll never wanna see or touch tat dead fish no more.

i am but a mere fish.a dead fish for all that matters.