I walk by the lake and
look to see my reflection but there is none. Like myself, the water is choppy
and uncertain. It has no defined direction. I want to see but all I can do is
look. There is nothing there I can make out for certain. There is nothing
there; just water moving about. Dark murky water. I have no idea what lies
beneath. But it is what it is. I move on and continue my journey. I have all
the time in the world, yet it is so very precious and even infinite time runs
out in one way or another.
