A man sits in his boat alone
And yields no riches from the river
so he is lost on what to do
until he sees a fisher.

This fisher brags his perfect catch.
"This fish looks far too big for YOU to catch"

The fisher then gives a reply:
"I'm offended that you think that but I shall help you"
The fisher gives the man a net to try.
He says:

"This net is only a tool, you cannot use anything but your own strength if you want to catch the perfect fish"
The man thanks the fisher for his help in accomplishing his wish.
Days go past with no results for the man with the net.

He meets with the fisher from time to time
each time the fisher tells him that only his own strength will help him catch what he says: "Is mine".
In all this talk, the fisher's perfect fish escapes.

The fisher is devastated.
The fisher is wrecked.
"How could I have let her go?!"
The man sees despair in his friend's losing his perfect.

The fisher and the man now sit alone along the shore.
They sit with their nets in the water.
No words are spoken.
No support because they are both broken.

The man then sees the fish that the fisher lost.
He knows the fisher begins to miss her
And uses this loss.

The man runs out, he tries to catch her.
He tries to take what the fisher once lost.
To take from a man he calls 'brother'.

The fisher is betrayed.
The fisher sees the desperate man.
The fisher moves away.

Because only a thief steals
what his brother loves
A brother never tries to steal
The only love a brother has.

I can't write well enough to be heard
Through all this noise. This ****.
I won't write well enough to break through
And make you pay attention to it.

The one you want to see you never does
And the ones you want to help never do
Because they are their own
And their own never want to.

I'm not well enough to get through to you
how not well enough I am.
I'll give up on this poem before the end
and you can observe the silence of this lamb.

I am not well enough.
I am too still.
My end is slowly coming.
Observe me and

Imagine for me, with all your thought,
This place where we both sit,
Where we share in tender moments,
Long gone, forgotten, in the past
And now believe for me. This place is real,
That it exists and you and I can both be here.
Make it a fact that we are close and always will be near
And do this once again,
For when you find your new lover
All thoughts of me will disappear.