Sitting, fishing for compliments,
the pole becomes too heavy.
Simply, blame our biggest fish,
somehow denying advice entirely.
Flirting to concede by the stream,
vaguely dreaming of obscurity.
Spiraling downward, sinking at sea.
Murky depths swallow wholly.
Descending into imagination,
strange thoughts ignite reality.
Strangers in darkness,
awakening the gloom.
Tripping over ideas, centuries old.
Images of heroes manifest.
Ciphering; the will to power,
the endurance to grow.
Their thoughts come in waves.
Nietzsche, Reznor, Sartre and Kyo.
Each a different color, one very bold.
Monochromatic, they highlight.
Lips move, but nothing is told.
Feeling cursed, desperately resuming previous functions.
Trapped in a skinner box, pressing the same button.
Dreaming of thoughts wishful to hold.
Embracing the pain, becomes something gold.