Fishing.

I will be waiting by the side
And watching
As you drown before my eyes

Your body afloat on this filth
Is that what you call water?
Well, whatever
Since your lifelessness is all that I need to see
To appease me

Having walked down a path of agony
Following the signs
Turning when they say so
Hoping to arrive at your final destination

Some are longer
Shorter or the same length
But not necessary the same width

Expectancy of your own winding and touring
Told by someone else who had a peek at it
Words constantly changing
Like how the world does too

Hence being timeless
I won't change, mentally
Even as age catches up with my body

Childish you may believe
Yet age, they are not just numbers
Simply because you are not immortal

For maturity with age and time
Innocence is taken in return
Losing without knowing

Running and hiding
From death ; from time
Not a wonder why you haven't time to think
About your own doings

Not getting what you want
This happiness you speak of
What everyone is wanting and pursuing
Are you just another one of them?
Hoping to bump into it one day
As your legs keep bringing you to different places
Your mind frantic and eyes looking psychotic

Blame, push it somewhere
Or take it all with you
Then what do you do with it?
Ignore, forget or forgive?
Whatever happened to remembering?

Domination, termination
To form your own nation
Extermination, condemnation
To form your perfection
For your satisfaction

Can you say not?
Without hesitation,
Without contradiction to your actions?

For so, I will wait
And watch as you drown
In your pool of lies and contradiction (no it isn't water although you may call it so)
Selfishness and domination
You are not mother nature
Neither a bird
Stop taking everything in or under you
You cannot fend off every last threat
There is only so much you can take
Before breaking
Killing everything you have taken

Until then, you will stay as a whole
Even after drowning
Floating, to protect your creation