Bound by four hard glass walls br The fishes in the glass-tank think: br 'We have all br We need - food to eat, water to drink; br br Tall green weeds through which we br Can glide undisturbed all day long. br We are free br From anxiety and stress and fear. Among br br The smooth pebbles in the soft sand br We can lie asleep br And dream of grand br Palaces in the immutable deep. br br Yes, we can never forget. We br Are the spawn br Of a generation spawned in the sea. br We were born br br With the dangers and delights br Of the deep within us. Ours br Is a never-ending hope that some day, someone might, br As one opens a flower, br br Open for us, not a tin can br Full of worms or crumbs (cheap br Dainties of man) br But the green-blue dream-world of the deep.