This is my look into the life of Fiona, and her thoughts about being put in a pod.
I can see time

For it moves like a river

Swift and subtle

We travel on

Many try to stop it,

Failing in misery

I lost my boat long ago.

I was left alone and frozen

Seeing yet not

Living yet not

I wait knowing nothing

I wake knowing everything

But it is grasped by unwilling hands.

Power is what they thirst for, all who travel this river.

River with no name could you be so cruel?

Leaving me on the side, watching all I love despair.

You are cruel and unfeeling, searching for a foothold but always you fly on.

Tears join you always, pious cries for mercy, and I cannot help,

Only and always

I can see time.