Ocean Floor

People say love is in the air,
Well then loneliness must reside in the ocean,
And I am a lost fish,
Always swimming towards the surface,
but then realizing I can’t breathe air,
Only distasteful salt water.
So further and further I swim,
Occasionally coming across hooks,
And being thrown back in.
With every hook comes more pain and scars,
So now I'm so deep in the ocean,
That I live on the ocean floor,
Where no hook could ever come.
But no matter how far I get from the surface,
I still dream of being a bird.