I just love to wake...
I can't stop wiggling, this fish loves this so!
Raucously wriggling, got my swim up to go.
Grin giggling, belly jiggling, (so glad that won't show).
My tail fin's just squiggling my butt up from below.
I surface from dreaming to a consciousness call.
My purchase on reality, suspicious, if at all.
When my eyes glimpse the sunrise in its fine skyward crawl,
I surmise that I'm alive and so inspired, I must scrawl.
I could be on Saturn! So remote and obscure.
But where wouldn't matter, with no woe to endure.
Perhaps my minds scattered and I may concur,
but each day, I splatter, like it's my last one, for sure.