Salmon on Dry Land

Though you seldom answer my spoken words

Though we are swayed down different paths

I deny my fate and my plans

And wait for the day you will love me.

I am quite like a salmon

Remaining on dry, familiar land

Chasing a foolish ambition

That it will find krill there.

I listen still for a trickle of emotion in your voice

In which for me to swim.

I am a fish out of water, it pains me to stay

In such a tedious, unsuitable place

My skin is parched and loosing its shine,

It's cracking with my breaking heart.

But for you I still abide.

Now that I have waited through countless seasons

And weathered the worst storms

I realize I must get back in the water

And let the river carry me on.