I am a fisherman for good thoughts
Often reeling in a line mangled with knots.
Panic constantly rippling the waves,
Of my once calm thoughts day after day.
With an eager frustration, my line I cast deeper,
Soon memories of happiness, friendship and love,
Enter my brain as gracefully as the flight of a dove.
New, warm, happy waves silence panicked ripples.
Suddenly thinking good thoughts becomes so simple.