I see my future
as a reflection in the waters,
the wind ripples the calm
distorts, as the image falters.
I try to recapture of which there once was,
the wind is too great,  
it brings with it storm clouds
my distorted image is now bait.
Arrival of torrential rains
now further hinders my quest,
what preys from the depths
there's pain I can't see, my soul is unrest.  
Trapped in between
trapped like a wind chime playing to a cross breeze ,
would it now be better
to allow my thoughts to freeze.