Fish

Fish.
If you gaze under the sea you will find millions.
What if you wanted to own one?
But there's a catch...

You may only choose one.
Although many may be desirable,
The big man forces you to name one.
(The fish don't like having the same owner anyways)

When you decide you are ready,
You dip your feet in the water,
Submerge your face,
And look.

There's so many!
Of different sizes and type, too.
Looking around shocked,
You don't know what to do.

"Which one do I want," you ask,
As you gander all around.
The one with the pretty mask,
Or the one that looks sound.

Or the one that is highly decorated,
Or the one that's not afraid to swim close,
Or the one that'll follow your finger,
Or the one that seems similar to your last fish,
Or the one that doesn't go into deep waters,
Or the one that won't get out of your face,
Or the one that possesses pleasant proportions,
Or the one that will be easy to hook,
Or the one that is surrounded by other fish,
Or the one that swims away,
Or the one that looks fit,
Or the one that always stays near the reef,
Or the one that likes seaweed (as do you),
Or the one that has skilled gills,
Or the one that...

As you can see,
picking just one is quite a task,
You may have the selection narrowed,
But what do you do when deciding between favorites?

Just wait and fish.
Fish.