A Fishermanís Thought
Itís dawn, itís time I arise,
Itís time I wash, and get the sleep out of my eyes.
Iím a fisherman, I sail into the sea,
Iím out there by myself, but Iím never lonely.
I wish the fish were my friends, but somehow they avoid me.
As soon as I catch some, I watch them die ruthlessly.
How could I change? What can I do?
to speak to these creatures, as I speak to you ?
I look at the lighthouse which warns me of the stone,
Itís light lingers by, knowing that the man at sea is all alone.
Now as I leave the sea to return back to my family,
I realise something as I approach the sand,
People are ruthless, be it at sea or on the land.