Up early in the morning
Last night's sleep had no mourning
Mutely gathering his thoughts
Mind astutely wrought

A spot of fishing by the river
Shall calm this mental shiver
Quick was he to the bait
For he saw no reason to wait
But slow was he in leaving
Leaving breadcrumbs for perceiving
Something they'll be able to clutch
The toast was a nice touch

So he went high on his rock
Where nothing stops but the clock
The sunlight strippled the trees
The water rippled at ease
Creating a tranquil ambiance
And he was happy, despite the atmosphere of transcience

And while he enjoyed his solitude
It did coaxed the rise of lassitude
That had an unfortunate longevity
Highlighting elation's brevity

So he jumped - fast - past the rock without violence
Plunging into the cold water in silence
The river washing his body and morality away.
Bring an ephemeral end to this mortality play.
But leaving on that rock, his toast
like footprints of a ghost

Some people know when it's time to breathe their final breath
Thoughts loose and you loathe losing
So shew no end, but Death -
And die the shortest choosing