the distilled fear in his scaly body shows when he is glared at through neverending glass walls.
what a shame.
with a beautiful view of his dream world, he can only dream on.
these unfamiliar feelings of loss only leave an empty bed where comfort used to sleep inside.

as he swims back and forth, blocked by the walls, he speaks to his memories.
"why? why? why?" he asks
"why am i here? have i done something wrong?"
"i miss my home", he repeats, until sleep enters his troubled eyes, and another day begins in his artificial home.
"oh if only i could breathe out there, if only i belonged in the perfect world outside the cold glass that keeps me alive, but
entrapped.
i would live every second so peacefully. if only.
i am the victim of a robbery! i will never be returned!"
but the hopes still linger, like a harsh pinch to the heart, immature and uninvited.
the glaring only continues. the glass still holds its shape stronger than ever.
what beautiful faces those people have, so easily amused by my fins and shiny skin.
I can only glare back and pray that you free me one day when my shine fades and my fins no longer move.

he lives tomorrow on the other side of the walls.
the questions come easy, but the answers do not.
"why should i be a fish any longer when i have been unwillingly placed in an unforgiving bowl of cold water?"
this pathetic excuse for a home only burns a hole in the heartbeat that continues to beat even while he dies inside.