Gone Fishing
There was a note on the door gone fishingAway from the trials the day might bring
Deliverance from the day at hand
An unloaded stress melts aways
With a line thrown in the water
The worm of the day waves goodbye
But does not catch it's prey
Hook line and sinker
No catch today
When it seems to much, the load gets heavy
You need a quite place to escape
Just remember to throw that line
It will take you to another place
When the music gets loud
Don't join the crowd
A song turns to a dance
A dance houses many
Loud noises like cymbals ring
Take a break from it all
Let tomorrow take care of itself
Find that quite place to relax
Get away from it all
Fish in your own way take a nap
Be good to yourself this day
Deal with it later
Go have some fun
You'll feel better
Tomorrow won't seem so hard
Business will look better
Loud noises will lessen
Put that note on your door
SImply take a break
Go fishing in your way
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