False gold that turned to leaves

I was a worm

existing in mere minutes,

hours and days

This large aquarium

I live inside

isn't real, I say.

I'm surrounded by 

plastic grass

encircled in a dome of glass.

I crawl on plains of algae sand

swirling slimy grains I pass  

I see my owners

panning eyes

peering through the globe at me

I open my mouth to speak

but only shy little bubbles

trickle out

through my teeth.