Strange Dreams in a Goldfish Bowl

Can I go to space dressed as a fish,

Or should these dreams be left alone?

Can I help chickens cross the road,

Or will people just stop and stare,

Because I told the joke too late?

Do pigs fly in a parallel place?

Is there any hope for this world?

If I’m still digging to Australia, will I fall into stars,

Because the world was always flat?

Do we play God, does he play us?

Can I go to space dressed as a fish?

No. The genes have set my fate now.

The world is an ample goldfish bowl.