• the fish swim in the river
    tails and fins all a-flutter
    surging on forward
    they never look back
    turning a blind eye
    to all but the path ahead
    it will be worth it, they say
    all our struggles repaid
    but where does the river end?
    silent, are the fish
    where are you going?
    somewhere, they say
    they will talk no more
    forsaking all there is to left and right
    seeking only the next inch closer
    they do not see the other fish
    they do not see themselves
    their only comfort
    in their hard work
    but does the river not push them?
    does he not carry them, unaware,
    in his dripping arms?
    rushing them forward
    in his swift current
    to their dark fates beyond?
    blindly
    the fish swim in the river