I live inside an aquarium
I do not need a boat
I fly around
in water
Sometimes I even float

Surfing back and forth
wafting, to an fro
occasionally,
all is still
most times, I just don't know

Where I'm going
where I came from
I have never
found the side.
Of the glass!
I must be dumb.

I know it's there.
Outside of it is stuff called air
I've seen the faces,
Oh! How they stare
As they brush their wavey hair.

Suddenly, there's a whirling
swirling, round and round
I have never
fathomed gravity.
Today's new word is: DOWN!

At last! I'm in thin water
then suddenly I frown
I search for
tiny dropletts
More! More! Before I drown.

I **** them all into me
bugs, insects! dirt and slime
I learn to breath,
dance and walk and sing
no more the aqua mime.

No more the fin man on display
no more the question, bake or filet?'
Alas, when rain
comes, I feel weak
Just why? I can not say.

I look deep, into my own eyes
I see, my old, friends in there.
CRAVING, begging
to get OUT
protesting
with glowing plastic
signs that read:"This Is Not Fair !"

As I gaze at my reflection
and brush my wavey hair
and pearl white teeth,
and spit.

Wish granted.