Mother ocean, my first love, its been since i was young
sister fish and sister coral how could i bid you due?
Papa docks and grandpa skiff you’ve been there for me from the start
and now another fishing day just need to find a place to park
I bow off the tip of jagged black volcanic rock
just so i can see my kids again at dock
i leave at rise return at set with bounty full of slime
i gear up, spear and snorkel all with hands tangled in line
the blisters on my hands grow sore, the sun spots weak and thin
the redness on my scalp begins to flake away with the wind
the search the hunt for footballs grows while scathing through the tops
the wind-crescent tips and deep expanse grows without a thought
since we’re here to be at peace to be at one - lets smoke
to open the dope and have a spirit dance we begin to toke
the life on land begins to flutter and thoughts simply disperse
the only thing that seems to better better is the thoughts that once grew worse.
seagulls caw and splashes fish with tails dip through and out
now i get it, now i see, what this fishing’s all about.
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