Does he lament his life's imprisonment?
Does he regret the choices of the past?
One bad choice, his intentions apparent
Though the future seemed, in stone, to be cast.
Ripped up, out of the world he knew so well
Gasping, grabbing for the familiar
His body writhing in a silent yell
His final thoughts getting less and less clear.
Now it is here, that he is stuck for life
Wandering around the empty glass void.
Perhaps thinking fondly back before strife
Calmly contemplating his dreams, destroyed
Is this how the fish thinks, in his prison,
Kept from the sea, the glorious vision?