Counting

Five needle fish swim above the sands
One for this day, free of commands
Two for the liberty just to think
As those moments just seem to blink
Out of existence on this shortened path
Three for the reminder that I used to catch
Other fish when I used them for bait
Yeah, like bait - how I'm feeling of late
Four swimming moments have already passed
But the fourth, he is not the last
He's just a reminder of the final fish
And all the past things I've totally missed