How to fish

Was it the earth shaking...

Could that be the cause of their missteps?

Perhaps an improper tilt of the earth's axis?

Better yet let's blame atlas. 

If actions have consequences...

Is accountability death by praxis?

If we can blame the universe for our problems.

Why stop at the gods?

If atlas shrugged why shouldn't he nod?

In acknowledgement to the weight of our flaws.

Holding us down. 

If you sink... Why wouldn't you drown?

Yet life begs us to swim and take the dip,

And reduce our life to a coin flip. 

Say the glass is half empty.

Should we even bother with a sip?

Or choose to die of thirst, 

While arguing about who has it worst.

Cursed. 

History tends to rhyme... 

From time to time. 

Some people will beg you to change their minds.

But never their perspective.

What is death, 

if not change?

Or is that too suggestive? 

Let's be indirect then.

What is the mind if not an extension of the ego?

And if swimming is to coast on the proverbial water and all things which lack proper buoyancy must inevitably sink...

What is an ego death if not a change in perspective? 

Was that too suggestive?

I'll be more direct then.

It hurts...

To say the truth, which is that I don't know.

I just want to see them grow.

But they seem trapped in stagnation.

Their roots have grown dry because their leaves lack precipitation.

If I know the rain can wash away their ignorance...

Why wait on the gods?

Why not bring them to the edge of the sea and perform my own baptism! 

Would this not be akin to a parents love!?

A father helping to guide a lost child to growth!?

No.

No, it's more akin to a bitter sibling. 

Who lacks perspective. 

What I see as a tree... 

Is a person... Lost at sea.

And the irony?

Is that I'm a non believer.

Who lacks faith in the one constant of life.

Or perhaps I lack faith in change without a teacher?

But they have long ago left their youth.

To demand more maturity from them would make me their reaper. 

Drowning in love, 

Is still drowning. 

It'd be easier if the earth was shaking.

But it was just a misstep. 

I've adjusted my gait, 

In accordance to past mistakes.

And now it's their turn. 

But I cannot walk for them.