Word of the Day: Fish

As a fish my home never changes,

the scenery no one ever rearranges.

A small green plant has been growing

next to me while I was knowing

it was to be my only friend

as in the water it sways and bends

Life giving water passes through my gills.

Oh, where are my dreams, my joys and wills

to live?

Please give

me a chance to be!

Because, you see,

no inch of my bowl is unexplored

and as a result I'm often bored.

So I stare off into the outside

wishing I was on the other side

of the glass

racing fast.
No more of the lazy swimming;

with excitement I would be brimming!

I would travel around and see all the land

not having to be fed by the human hand.

I would change the world,

see adventure before me unfurled!

My survival instincts would show

and I would go, go, go!

Alas, this bowl entraps my mind,

my soul and dreams it binds.

A life like that is not meant to be.

If you lived like me

you'd agree.

So while I'm dreaming about living this way,

I'll just swim each day away.