The fisherman casts his lure into the undisturbed water The soft "plunk" sends ripples to the farthest reaches of the pool His bait is shiny, it dances to a rhythm that is impossible to follow It catches my eye, as it never fails to do I swim towards it as I've done so many times before I know I should leave it be, I know where this road goes But I'm already caught He reels me in As I'm being pulled away I scold myself for my stupidity I'm pulled out of the water and for a brief moment I can't breath It's a feeling that I've become so familiar with that I no longer fear it The fisherman drops me in his bucket For hours I'm left to swim around without direction Until he releases me, he always releases me I swim back home, I've already forgotten the lure and its magic Until I hear the "plunk" again And I'm reminded that I'm not the one in control