As his hands threw the net His mind drifted away Fragments of voices, faces, words Yet each, having passed, was like a dream
Leaving echoes that brought others to life A churning current carried him along And barely noticing them writhe The man pulled the fish out one by one
In the mountain's shade his shins grew numb As stung fingers drew the final net Within the lake, he heard a hum And saw colours dance beyond the shoals
Its form seemed without boundary Its message without words Yet it whispered of his glory And endless joys to hold
If only you could reach me The others would admire If only you could grasp me The struggle would expire
Without heed without a doubt He slogged into the lake's expanse Resisting as he waded out The water grew around him
But all those steps would lead to nowhere His motion masked futility For all the effort he could bear That thing would come no closer His motion masked futility For all the effort he could bear
Its form seemed without boundary Its message without words Yet it whispered of his glory And endless joys to hold
The zeal drained into regret Had he been down this path before? Each time, it seemed, he would forget That it would never resolve
So, giving up, he turned away But once again would find That each and every move he made Would simply bind him tighter
But all those steps would lead to nowhere His motion masked futility For all the effort he could bear That thing would come no closer For all the effort he could bear
Recursion without resolution Purpose to justify itself Boundless striving, fear and passion To end in nothing, as it started
Perception collapsed around the shore Where he could not believe A fisherman, once lost in thought Was staring back, and through, him
And as the man came ever nearer Both entangled one aware He mouthed a warning none could hear And sank into the siltTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.