Mirror Image

As the cool wind blows off the lake

I sit on the ground with fishing pole in hand and I think I think about the disappointments of the past

I think of what the future may bring

As I am thinking I feel something tugging on my soul

Perhaps it is a mistake from the past

But it's just a fish is tugging on my fishing pole

As I reel him in onto the shore

I look as he struggles for air

Feeling merciful, I end his despair After he swims off into the unknown

I think about times I have struggled through life fighting for air

But no one knows, because no one was there