A fish in the bowl

Jack is running, Jill is running after her and James is galloping to catch them..
And the world is running after them...
Their brains are running, their legs are running their tounges are running...
A fish sits in the water bowl wondering what are they running after

Swimming her way through alone, creating waves in the water...
In her bowl world, she swims through the low and high tides of the world
She is swimming calmly , not following, not running...
Doing what she loves ...
Sitting with the pen in my hand, I wish I was the fish in the bowl...