Something with a Fish

Days Rush by, as the Trout Swims

Up, Further up.

Always rolling the boulder

I watch them swim, 

Faster and Farther

Weeks blur by, the fish swim.

Jumping into Bears mouths',

Eating an Angler's lure,

Still, Marching forward.

I watch them pass me by

Swimming up the murk,

Bored back again.

I don't remember the last time I swam.