Fisherman of Life

When will this river dry out? The bounty of fish and everything that catches my bait are found within my immediate reach. I'm here to offer you the world— one that longs for your appetite. I see no other stream with such immense giving as you, my sacred artery of creativity. Will the day ever cease to see the light of your running water? The answer carries itself in the flowing of my own words that reach your heart. I am a simple man of almsgiving, a fisherman of words and poetic justice. I'm here to unbend lies with clear water— a transparency that makes the blind see. It's a river of a million tomorrows coming straight in times like these.