Prisoners of Time

Pristine water..
Down the hill,
Towards the sea
A home to the fish.

The fish- weak and powerless.
Its life worthless, and
In the fisherman's mercy.

Its movement- time driven.
A body without freewill,
An illusion of a mind
A prisoner of time.

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