Where is the Air?

Why do others run, jump, wild free
in the world while I clutch tightly
to every inhale for fear it's my last?

I'm a fish out of water, borne to this place by mistake.
I founder in the world outside my tank.
My fins don't work on land, let alone my lungs.

Won't someone scoop me up and throuw me back
to the place where the breathing is easy?


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