The Fish Seeks Wings

The Fish who saught to fly

There is a fish that wishes to fly
Its wings have not grown, and soon it will die.
The expanding abyss forever keeps its love
And it knows that death awaits above

Seeking comfort with the others, it swims again
Though it knows all too well what dwells with them
It is the common fish, the common death that lies here.
Not one, not any, will know what it is to shed a tear.

Perhaps a merrier time awaits in the lighter blue expanse
Perhaps, maybe, even a greater more vivid trance.

There is a fish that wishes to fly
Its wings have not grown, and soon it will die.
Upon the thin woven lines it will flow and be merry
For life comes soon with the wings it will now carry.