Into a sea of gold.
The sea becomes a shining pond,
Life bursting uncontrolled.
A Mickey Mouse pole in hand, I wait,
My small feet on the dock.
With patience beginning to numb
I ride my train of thought.
The hours pass to no avail,
My father always near.
But when I feel a force collide,
My heart is struck with fear.
My feet plant firm into the dock,
I crank the reel in vain.
The monster fights, pulling deeper.
This, I cannot sustain.
But then I feel my father come.
His rough hands holding tight.
We bring the trout up together,
His face proud, beaming bright.
He grabs my shoulders, shaking me.
Wake up Madd, his lips cuss
But now the canyons crumble down
Into a field of dust.
The shining pond evaporates,
At this I spring awake.
When sweet memories become dreams
The present starts to ache.