Remembering is Hard

Like a child wanting to grow up,
but only desiring the sweet desserts,
I follow you when I want to become more,
my nose leading me to winding wisps,
like Siamese twins pulling each way.

If I were given wings I might explore the sea,
in an effort to understand the fish,
and only remember my members' purpose,
as I failed to breathe in the atmosphere,
and emerged waterlogged onto the beach.