The cold autumn breeze whips through my hair as I sit quietly by my lake. I have my legs dangled over the edge of the dock waiting for
something...anything.

The frosty winter air fills my lungs as I walk calmly around my lake. I have my arms wrapped around myself
watching for
something...anything.

The fresh spring scents make me smile as I lay next to my lake. I close my eyes and silently drift off to sleep
listening for
something...anything

The long summer heat makes me remember the year before as I drift along my lake. I trace my hand along the surface of the water
thinking of
something...anything.

A year has passed and I sit by my lake again. I try to think of what I could possibly have waited for, watched for, listened for, and thought...of. Someone...anyone?

Then, I look next to me and realize that it was all just my imagination. You were who I waited for, who I looked for, who I listened for, and who I thought...of.
You were my lake

He built a cage,
Of ribs and skin,
And promptly locked a lion in,
It seemed barbaric,
To contain a beast,
For surely on his heart it'd feast,
But contrary wise,
The lion was smart,
And lived in his chest,
To protect his heart....

The lion said it could not be contained any longer,
He clawed at the beating heart inside the cage,
The heart begain to slow and then the lion was losing his life,
The lion knew his mistake as his heart began to ache,
Hearts are wild creatures that's why they are contained,
And we remember our mistakes as the rain falls down our face.