Out Fishing.
Drifting on a boat on imagination. Clothed in dreams and promises, I take my bright red fishing pole and cast it into the murky depths of my future. The water behind me is clear… hindsight always makes the past look that way. As I kick my feet up, I realize that there are lifetimes ahead of me, ready to be caught, scaled and gutted.
Before I prepare to rest my eyes, I carefully mount different kinds of bait on my hook: emotion, logic, precedence and hope… eagerly waiting for something to pull my lifeline and wake me up from my riverside nap. So if opportunity knocks, tell them I’m not home… I’m actually looking to fulfill my own destiny and…
…that I’m out fishing. 
~Spec
