What

Panicking for to long,

brings it on much to strong.

I try to say it's O.K.

I feel like such a slave.

I try to breathe in and out,

I find that I cannot shout.

My mind is screaming, "let me OUT!".

What is this all about?

Fishing?

Panicking I'm on the line,

bring it on, it's not a song.

I won't quit, I'm like a whip,

I feel the lip, I will not slip.

It's not the tip, it's just a nip,

the words will rip. LOOK! It's a tick.

It's gonna bit, that ain't right!

Fishing.

Panicking, would like to reign.

It's kind of like I'm staying sane.

I don't know its all a round,

curtailing me at each big mound.

Can you Sea, it's bugging me,

hold your breath, don't come up,

tonight's the nite, you won't give up.

Fishing??

Fishing what?

K.A.P.

4/30/2009