Sat, gathering thoughts
Those fish may come
Of which, I am not bothered

Silence, the will of Gods nature
No constant natter
Just the breeze and where it may take you

I'm not here to break any records
Just to escape
A rat race that pays lifes sectors

No WIFI, no buzz in my pocket
To switch life off
Drift away to another place where peace is mindset

My line, it starts to twitch
I smile and let it be one
Its just Gods nature, that made him scratch that itch

Be at one once sat alone
Think on events and where you can go
Then know you are king of life,
just sat by the river, on your throne.

The Fisherman

JJB