You are bound to be blinded by the sun,
when your nose is turned at the sky.
Your inability to open the blinds forced me to dream,
And so I dreamt about swimming as I trudged along.
I hoped to be accepted by the silent fish, and finally find a smooth-scaled friend.
How inviting these swimmers were, with their unfaltering gazes!
Not at all like the distant apparatuses of my human acquaintances,
whose hard-shells had made the hills of my life grow steeper,
until a day felt like a tired lifetime.
But down here, where there is no weight and no concern,
Everything is finally as it should be.
I am now living the dream,
Down where the mud of the earth is more appealing than the dirt of your mouth.