The Girl and The Goldfish

All seeing eyes,
Bulging with wisdom,
Watch an irrelevant world
From peaceful depths.
Shouts are muffled,
Smiles are blurred,
By ignorance
Of what surrounds
His surroundings.
He knows nothing of us,
And we know the same of him,
Though we believe the opposite.
His little house,
Crumbling into the sand.
His little trees,
Swaying without wind.
Sometimes I wish
That we could trade places,
That he could have the complications,
And I,
Sweet serenity.
But it can never be
Because I am a confused girl,
Watching from her bed,
And he is a content goldfish,
Watching from his bowl.