Can't believe you're on your way upstream,
Against all the odds.
A trout rocketing through the river bed,
Leaving in his wake all doubt.
Fisherman staring longing wishing to escape,
Knee deep already in his own ways.
Shaking his fist,
Seranading them with swears,
Jealously is so honest,
We all know how he feels.
Trout broke away to the love he sought to taste,
Half way there you should have seen his face.
Not fork in the road but a bear in the way,
Killed for life reborn again someday.
Fisherman was satisfied, he was right again,
Cast the rod into the stream since the cycle was still intact.
Whistling to himself,
Face slowly withered away.
Crual smile tattooed to his face,
Which the Reaper will make disappear.
Rain is so settling.
