sometimes I feel like a circle

I'm turning around and around and around myself
I'm willing to grow
but my fears lead me to the

Beginning point, can I still make it?
and why did I turn up to be the way I am
was it my choice
or perhaps I was bounded
to live and to doubt by the stars

in the sea, there are many fishes
with different shapes
trying to survive
I wish I was a shark I'd get some more attention
but I'm little gold fish staring through the glass
killing's not my nature anyway

trying to hear some voices
I want to have a vision of my own
I need to push away some thoughts my parents planted in my
mind
it's time to realize what I've been breathing all these
years

...in the sea