As I lurked deep underwater
Everything with ease I saw
From the silver fish like angels
To dark crayfish that lay low.

But especially above
The proud birds that walk on lilies
And the very high-up eagles
And the pigeons that they grab.

But as far as I extend
I am desperate as I stand
So close to surface to understand
I cannot pass it.

Along comes man, with mind of cells,
He nears my prison borders
He’ll be around to live his days
And make my thoughts disperse.

For all he saw as he approached
The place where I weave sorrows,
Was just the birds and a cursed face,
Not me, but his reflection.