Sea of fish

it doesnt help to think that in a sea of fish we all are but both an embodiment of predators and prey cycling in the discharge of our past lives the unwanted, forgotten and cant let go’s do we speak? or stay silent as if it were a symbol of shielded armor are we to be called soldiers or super heros the villains oh why is it that life consists of such fine lines and price tags with their hindered labels cauterize my self conscience, be cautious because here the canines become cannibals and the clams regret their belief to be not on that line yet still come up overfilled with debris of our own making