The Lake I Knew

I have a boat, all my own. I keep it next to my lake so large, the one we all know: The lake where the sun is never balanced by the breeze; the lake where the breeze in never balanced with leaves. Everyday they gave chase; I sailed upon the lake in hope of escape. I set my sails upon the great lake and pushed, as always. "I'll take on the storms," I said so fervantly and with such strength, the type of strength born from more horrific storms of past. "I've seen it all!" - I practically laughed. And such were the ways I'd spend my days. Then came the day when the chase stopped and the storms ceased. I looked all ways, from the edge of my lake, my eyes couldn't believe. Even the breeze was balanced, as were the leaves. Knowing only habit, I got into my boat and sailed. Too calm for comfort, I saw the other side of the lake for the first time. And so I sailed my way across my lake, empty and almost directionless. Finally reaching the other side, I looked upon my Lake. Only to realize, my lake was merely a pond.