What does a fish do when it’s thirsty, In waters vast, deep, and earthy? Surrounded by all it could desire, Why leap toward the hook’s cruel fire?
Is it hunger, a pang so raw? Or the want of more, a fatal flaw? What pulls us out, what draws us in, The endless dance of loss and win.
Have we not all we ever need? Yet still, we chase, we ache, we plead. Like the fish, we swim, we yearn, we stray, When the world is enough, right where we stay.
The difference is simple, a whisper clear, Between the dance of joy and the grip of fear. Joy flows freely, through time it roams, In past, present, and futures unknown.
It gleams in memories, warm and bright, Lives in the now, a radiant light. It dreams ahead, with hope in its stride, A boundless force, no need to hide.
But fear is bound to a single place, The future’s shadow, a fleeting trace. It dwells in “what ifs” that cloud the mind, Yet leaves the present and past behind.
Choose joy, the traveler of all time’s streams, And let fear fade, like fleeting dreams.
