I am standing on a pier
Looking into the labyrinth of my heart.
Empty space beckons to the dock.
A hollow echo rings in the distance.
Staring farther in brings me closer
To a truth that I seek
However distant.

Truth is fickle.
It is a silver fish caught
In the net of the fisherman
Gasping its final breath.
Scales shimmer from the light but,
Grasping its slippery hide
Proves a true fisherman.

From my perch I can see scales
Though my eyes aren't too keen.
There's a faded glimmer of light
Farther than I can reach.