Overtime I've realised it shouldn't matter how they think about you. What matters is how you think about yourself. But still I tried this option. Cause it felt like a reminder. Like you are your own light.
Subtle soliloquy might dwindle your valour as small as sixpence, devising your audacity akin to surrender like summertime warmth cede to fierce cold breeze of winter, but there you hold yourself like colors of shells for an instance, assembling integrity and determination suffusing your heart with exuberance, to defeat your own fears.
As I awake from what I assumed to be a dream of a me in a foreign world so distant from me I woke up by a shore that's familiar for my fishing poles are right where I left them I must have dozen off trying to catch a few yet my lifetime seem to had flashed below these clouds as the calming winds welcomed me back like a child Oh how this land is almost as untouched as a virgin living this life I feel I'm most accustomed
Life begins with a morning routine me leaving my humble abode to go catch my means I say hello to the neighbor as he gets ready like me we both discuss how today we're both feeling lucky we part ways at the fork in the road he goes through the meadow to get to his boat I wasnt one to ferry around my feet seem to always yearn for the steady ground yet we both have ways of trying to make a living
I stand on the edge of a serene lake I might look poor to one that has obtained a wealthy fate yet the peace and love I have I can never replace my family are all alive and living we're not the richest but we're making it they say I have the heart of a giver yet the stubbornness of a boar but I'm proud of who I am as I fish on my shore this is the life I wouldn't dare trade anything for
The days pass by and some are better than others some days the fish grant me a nice living while others I have to rely on faith to keep believing yet what life dont have its struggles surrounded by love and a sea what more can I ask for I lay upon the grass at night thinking of the future pondering questions that I'll never know the answer to some say my eyes are like the stars always twinkling but my thoughts drown as sleep begins to sink in
This life might not seem glamorous but the peace of the sea always calms me yet the calling of fishing is nevertheless a bit amusing so as I ponder in the here and now I can feel myself dwelling in the past somehow maybe I was a struggling poet trying to capture the moon's heart writing fiercely trying to gather minds to catch or maybe I'll just stick with being a laid back fishermen who was a real catch