With lead legs I feel the weight of my actions
Hesitant to move forward.
My cold hands shake
As I messily write down my thoughts
But this print couldn’t be more fitting.
I may hesitate but I know time won’t wait
I am just a man
Just one man
A philosophical fisherman.
I dock my thoughts at the river of time
And cast my line of questions.
I only wish
To catch a fish
It’s this that has become my obsession
But this current is mighty!...
Oh little to late
This line is to break
My thoughts now lost without questions
Are my cries meant to drowned
In the hellish sound
Of this raging river of time?