Deep in the sea,
In its darkest lairs,
Lays a glow so dim,
Tied to fate's clutches.
Buried in eternal darkness.
Is it so?
Eight tentacles await,
Grappling onto what can be.
An empty head with no brain,
No consciousness to think,
Yet it dreams and yearns.
Such a being cannot live alone,
With no common sense to protect itself,
Yet it has drifted into a solitary silence.
Another shining light is rare to see,
But each one gives a glimmer of hope,
Which is only crushed again when that illuminance fades.
The urge to be seen
Is a desire so strong.
But what good is it to yearn,
If this sea jelly cannot shine?
The overwhelming darkness is constant.
To survive means to shine bright.
A glow so natural and full of purpose is genetic.
Even so, a glimmer can be outshined.
Being surpassed means being cast aside.
Is this always the case?
A jellyfish with such a doomed fate
And beaming of gloom
Cannot possibly be treated right, or can it?
It can be done with simple determination,
If only another jellyfish shared its glow.
Nonetheless, doing so would only dim both of them.
What is the right choice?
This sea jelly has learned the truth.
Relying on others might not be the only choice.
It’s just a simple proposal.
Finding new ways to sparkle is the way for it.
Rejecting the darkness is no easy feat,
But such a strong-willed spirit will succeed.
A glow once so dim shines so bright.
Overcoming its own and surrounding darkness,
This sea jelly has come a long way,
Meaning even bliss can be found in the darkest pits.
