Oliver Lewis

                    The soft look of the lake whispers to me like a vow
                            Rod in hand, I breathe in the hush of now 
                        Ripples wander out where the sunlight bends 
                 And the world is simple, like fixing mistakes with God
                           The bass hides deep where the lily falls 
                           I cast past memory, past worry, past it all 
                But the morning had teeth, and the tractor had more
                                        A slip past with a slice 
                                    Blood spilling from the cut
                                  No help in sight, just a spool 
                       Fishing line shining in the dare of stupidity 
                           I stitched myself, like sewing a blanket
                        A rough-made repair to continue the day 
                             Back to the water, where I settle in 
Back to the water where the tug of a fish feels like God absolving me of sin 

                        The bass hits hard, like they hate what I am
                            Testing my knots, my will, my patience
                       The wind hums, carrying the time and love 
                                    I feel the world fixing itself 
                       The scar will go, but the truth I won't hide
                       Proof that I will fight my way to the water