Jonah And A Whale Of A Tale

I feel like I'm being digested
That the world above this grotto
Doesn't exist for me any longer
There was so much
I lived in the land of plenty
I had it all
And now all I can do is
Look out the window

Sometimes now when I dream
I remember and miss
I wonder what I did to justify this
Almost like actions have causes
Yet I don't remember
And even if I could contrive labels
There is no difference to be had
There is only the acid of digestion

What is it to live in a bottom feeder's belly
What is it to have my substance dissolved
In a murky sub existence
What if I could provide an explanation
What if there was a rational protocol
I think I'm dreaming again
Sometimes dreams are what's left
They are the transition into something else