sometimes i wish,
all i could do was to just breathe
through my gills.
Being human is just too hard for me.
Ruining everything that comes by.
Resuscitation of any sort doesn't come naturally.
Having a heart is just too hard for me.
My sadness incognito constantly.
Remember when all we could sing was Barney,
and when all we could do was count to three.
Those were the days we were truly happy.
For it was when recesses from happiness
didn't come easy.
Let's fly away with me,
there's something definitely wrong,












with me, can't you see?