Forcing to change,

Morph into another shape.

This Deposition has come to fast.

What happened to condensation,

Before the solidification?

How many times have I pleaded

For the atmosphere to eliminate just a mere

Fraction less pressure upon this earth.

Having once floated back to the surface,

To experience the warm current

In the Pacific Ocean

And been relived of

Water and the atmospheres’ strain.

I can now understand, what it feels

To be under less force.

Now, this current shoves me back,

Back to where I really belong,

The bottom, beneath it all.

Where the weight of atmosphere

Upon galleons of water forces me to stay down.