Here is a nice little poem for Thursday morning…

Fish in a pond, busy busy, lots to do, here and there.
Dry as a desert outside, no place to go.
Eat up, get stronger, think and hope, think and hope.
Don’t look now!
Oh, keep dreaming.
There must be some other reason for your existence.
Defiance tastes like life itself.
No river. No water.
Die in the desert.
Dirt is all around.
The harvest moon is rising.
Wraith are never-ending.
I know the future.
Come inside.
I’ll show you your destiny…