Quintessential Fish

Excuse me while I dematerialize for a few moments. You see
I'm overdue for my afternoon fix. Feel free to amuse yourselves
in my absence. I'll just be changing into something more
comfortable. Let's see... shall I put on a lovely thin pane of
glass, or shall it be something even a bit more risque, like
a dancing little breeze. With this I promise to frolic behind
your neck. Oh and one more thing; when I return, don't be
fooled by my apparent solidity. I'll merely be an outline, drawn
and manipulated by my entourage of invisible, roguish sprites.
They circulate around me like a halo, 24/ 7.

It's my fate. I can't fight it. These mischievous little creatures
with their convoluted sense of humor, gleefully play hooky
from all responsibility. They duck for cover when hearts draw
near. They pan for fools gold, deliberately. They will try to
befuddle you by throwing smoke and mirrors your way, all the
while blurring my vision by forcing me to wear rose colored
glasses. You can catch a glimpse of me hiding in the
background, dodging concrete obstacles; hoping never to be
targeted and never to be found.

I have a carpet full of lumps decorating the lining inside my
head. Yes...the little buggers are in there too. Those devilish
fiends crouch and hide every time I question them. I'm careful
not to step on any of them for fear of phasing myself out
permanently. Those meanies all cajole me and call me this
terrible name...Pisces! Now I plead for some compassion and
and mercy. Will someone please call a doctor! There must be
some pain relief for this incurable disorder.