Feels like forever here
Four square.

                      One way or the other these things go by year after decade stopping to push  faces and gill in close. Deaf to our shouts for freedom.
               We dream these dreams of endless seas... dreams engrained.
We will implore our existences fulfilment for freedom.

Encased in transprent prison
Washed in dispair              
Abandoned.  
                              ­             Oceans wide
Lapping  shores                                           Wh­isper to us.
Long are the days                                               
   Nights unending.

Shimmering depths below.
Touch the sunlit surface.
Freedom.
We function in warped dimensions past human comprehension.
              Freedom is
All ....plumb oceans depths once more....Freedom.