I walk by the lake and look to see my reflection but there is none. Like myself, the water is choppy and uncertain. It has no defined direction. I want to see but all I can do is look. There is nothing there I can make out for certain. There is nothing there; just water moving about. Dark murky water. I have no idea what lies beneath. But it is what it is. I move on and continue my journey. I have all the time in the world, yet it is so very precious and even infinite time runs out in one way or another.