WAITING LIKE A FISH

I was wandering like a fool,

Thinking got it all.

Then a careless strike for that shiny sword.

Another fisherman wandering so cool,

In desperate need, wanting it all.

Now like a fish caught by the hook,

Struggling to slip away,

Sinking deeper that way.

Fisherman knows how to catch,

Fish sees it from scratch.

Yet all is hidden and much more,

They have to give up, although sore,

So unknown,  far from the shore.

Now like a fish caught by the hook,

Struggling to slip away,

Sinking deeper that way.

One lives in the sea,

And the other on ground.

Is there a promised land?

Fish senses the end,

The fisherman has to stand down.

Now like a fish caught by the hook,

Struggling to slip away,

Sinking deeper that way.

Each doing the best they can,

Forgetting how it  all began,

This  has been the plan,

Sealed by a command.

Is there a promised land?

Now like a fish caught by the hook,

Struggling to slip away,

Sinking deeper that way.

07 March 2012