Minnows swim through the waves of thought

Making no headway through the mental onslaught

Some fall back, exhaustion crippling

Others fight on never attaining victory

Then there are those who see the truth

The soul of this body no longer possesses youth

Aged and withered the same angry crash of waves upon the northern shore

The fog hangs low here no respite for the swimmers’ chore

The sun drops lower leaving the world a touch dimmer

The last minnow slows and takes a deep breath

One look around, no one is left

Finding his breath, gills expand

the mind of this body is dreary land.


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