Breaking the Sphere of Comfort

The fish swims in its small, glass bowl
Where everything is clear
Chasing the tail of the other fish on the other side
To stop itself from swimming in circles
Periodically
Nibbling from food that falls from above

Over the course of time
It's a fun game
Until you get bloated on repetition
The same food.
In the midst of troubleshooting a way out
In a circular world

Getting out means breaking the glass
Risk making a mess
And letting the water flow everywhere
Unbridled, unbiased
While I flop around gasping for air
It may take a little while to realize
That I can breath the air
Much better than water