Pisces

I am a fish, or so I am told
Flapping on the sand that feels so cold
The world around seems alien to me
But even in the water I am not free.

There are twelve signs from which to take
All the qualities from which do make
The fish that I resist and am forced to be
All these things that make me me.

I swim with the twelve holding a smile
Observing and talking for a little while
Noting the similarities and differences
From which to make common references.

In the end, I am just a fish
All the while I do dare wish
I could swim on the dry land
Easily through the cold sand.

But the land feels too dry
No water on me so I may die
So I do my best to tread light
For there is no way I can fight.

I do my best, because I cannot win
I am a fish out of water who cannot swim.