Quantity Versus Quality

In knee water I am waiting covertly like a crane To flash up the carp but nothing comes up Valuable time is lost, no quality has been seen Like a swarm of bees the flints of thoughts appear I catch them indiscriminately like crabs in my writing On the dry and sandy shore of my rippled mind I thought one day on the paper this herd of wild bison Would turn to a pack of lions, but I see these to turn Into a battalion of a brainless sheep to eat grass A quantity of piled up raw meat, but no quality So it is quality versus quantity, at a time never comes both In a match when one is on the field, the other goes to hide.