A Longing. Part IV.

I don't have a spine,
and I always feel fine.
It's hard to feel sad,
but I'm never, ever glad.

I've hoped for a heart,
and for a soul, I will wish.
But I'll always be wishing,
Because I am a fish.

I want to own a home,
I want to be a resident.
I want to be taken seriously,
I want to be president!

For as long as I live,
I'll want to be human.
But I live in the sea,
Where it is much too humid!

How strange it would be,
To need not for gills.
I could breathe with a nose,
And have many other skills!

This is why I want to be a man,
and be able to run, and get a tan!
This is why I want not to be a fish,
And to be a person is my only wish.

Commencing The Introduction. Part III.

I am not a man.
I do not even have lungs.
I need not for air.

I breathe the water.
I live inside of the sea.
I need only gills.

I am but a fish.
I'm neither smart, nor mighty.
I am what I am.