Submarine

They say

Past the horizon there's a plane in the high sky, and

Over the planet there's a sun that shines at night, and

Over and over, the world it turns, turns wrong and right, and

I'd like to find a way to ride on a satellite

But I'm a shadow version of me

Trapped in the depths of the sea, so to speak

Hey, take me out of my tank, and

Show me a rude awakening, and

Give me something to be, or not to be

Give me air to breathe, a reckoning