I remember the time I lay afloat
on the lining that separates the sky from the ocean


Some days I managed to jump higher than the sea,
hoping to touch that sky
but I never made it that far


Each jump higher I make,
only the quicker and harder I fall
Til finally one day I’m no longer on that lining,
but now drowning
in the waves that used to surround me


Am I anchored by my own will,
or by someone else’s doings?
But definitely for sure, I’m not moving
What, do I envy?
Do I hate the ones i see above me, free and flying?
No, not even.


I only end up feeling down for myself
For how can a fish ever become a bird