I poured cream in my coffee this morning
and watch galaxies forming eating up the gaps of my knowing.
I'm a fisherman by the sea
Holding on to my dreams, spinning in my own domain, looking out.
What do I hear in the dark casting my bait.
What I catch each time is a glimpse of the Sea
Sometimes knowing. Sometimes seeking.
Sometimes my catch becomes my bait
To ponder on to greater questions of my fate.
I'm a fisherman by the sea
Holding on to dreams, spinning in my own domain, looking out.
What do I hear in the dark casting my bait.
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