You are a cell
At the bottom of the sea.
Struggling in the dark
Wanting to be free.
Alive as you are
Tiny as you seem,
The world feeds you hope
Through little lights with little gleam.
Steady you are not,
Wobbly as you go
Tossed about the current,
Brought to and fro.

You are a cell
At the bottom of the sea,
Wishing wanting growing,
Waiting to be free.