Bubbles running to the surface.
Light blurry from above.
Rainbows shimmer up the walls.
I beg to see just one more rainbow
Plastered across the rippling sky.
One more chance to find my lot in life.
Underneath the ocean’s surface
The quiet lets my thoughts swim near,
And way down there, my mind becomes clear.
Holding my breath
I imagine life with gills.
Would it be better if I just stayed down here?
Blocking out the shouts and screams from up top.
I see now how their fingers are stuck in their ears,
How they could never hear me
Flying high up there.
My lungs burn for air.
Pruny palms skull back to the top
Breaking the surface, I catch my breath.
Perspective remains a fickle thing.
Solving problems must be explored from the bottom and the top.                                             Look all around the sides as you ponder what you really think.