When I come up for air, I breathe,

And then I dive deep

To the underneath,

Where I take care of things

Barely,

And best I can.

Because I've taken sacred vows,

I nourish the sacred sea cows

And little sea monkeys 

Until they're grown.

There's a thing called gravity

That keeps me down,

But when I hold my breath,

I float somehow,

And bob around here and there

'Til I come up for air.

But truth be told,

There's nothing to hold me

Just below the surface.

This is no place for me,

Under the sea.

I long for the clouds,

Though I wonder sometimes 

If the sky is fake,

And I wonder if I could take a breath up there,

Or if I'd have to come down for air.

-jenn