A hook dangling from its wire
Wondering what will conspire
A bet based on bate
But what one to use on what day
I can see nothing but my reflection
From the blue of the ocean
But I know it goes deeper then I know
An abyss beyond belief
I sit in my dinghy
Alone with my rod in hand
Wondering many things
Like where to make my stand
But the water is not gentle
And my footing is not ground
Those who rock the boat
A paddle cannot be found
A stream is steady
Its direction is simple
There is only two ways
One can follow
Out here is it vast it is aimless
As poetic as two ship
Passing in the fog
To explain it
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