A Sea
The leaders of life have hooked us. We are swimming behind fishermen. The love was the bait and now it is the hook that takes us to the plate. I swam free and loved free until the man put the bait upon the sea. And now I must make a choice when I eat or love. It doesn’t seem fair but love is a big place and sometimes it’s not about love it’s about surviving. The falsehoods of bait put in front of you to draw you in and only to find out you have been duped. You took the hook. They reeled you in. And know you belong to them. To be put in a tank and adored or chopped up and eaten with such glee. How can you frame such love? Live or let die?
We swim in murky waters. Why can’t they be clear so we can see the danger? Float to the bottom live on the top it’s all-dangerous. There is nothing about love in the sea. There is only the hope we don’t get caught in love.
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