Of Fishes and Dreams

With all the hassle of preparing your pole,
putting on the bait,
casting the line,
waiting...waiting...waiting,
finally, a bite!

Reel in,
carefully...careful...careful.
Or the line might break.

Once caught,
you look over it,
examine it,
decide.
Too young.
Too small.
Not the one you were fishing for...
So you throw it back.
All weak, and battered, and tired.
Not even sure if it could still survive.
But who cares?
At least you put it back.
Poor little fella'.

Why not just dive right in?
And swim with the fishes.
Join them underwater.
Be one with them.

You're in their world now.
You are the catch.
Be free
Belong
Be loved
This is real.
It could be.
You just need to learn how to breathe.