Sunday, Thinking About Fish

I've got this life,
this one, and only.
You've got your life,
but you seem sick and lonely.
Open your eyes,
open your ears.
I open my mouth,
and my words
flow weightless.
Open your heart,
let me come crashing
in like a torrent.

Simple,
floating notes.
Bleeding seamlessly into
the light,
and the shade,
across all of the spectrum.

Open your heart,
let me come crashing
in like the sea.

I am a fish,
swimming intertwined
with my fate,
waiting to land
on some fat bastard's plate.
Swimming against the current
through rivers so blue,
but in the end your heart is a dam
that won't let me through.