Talking to a fish in an aquarium

You swim, slow and small
In your glass walls jar.
I sit and watch, day and night,
Shining bright blue in the soft light.
Do you dream of a bigger sea?
Do you feel like I do?
Trapped in a place that is too small to grow,
wanting to be free... and nowhere to go.
You are quiet and I am quiet,
under the same quiet sky.
If I could, I would let you go free,
And maybe I could be free, too.