Planted firmly by the sea
A wooden rod stable on his knee
A fisherman is killing time
Not really fishing
With rods he won't earn a dime
He's just missing
Missing something in the picture
They try to tell him this world's big
No, he says the sea is vast
and he is tall
But the world is infinately small
So the future and the past
They clash and flash in your brain- hall
The Fisherman knows best
He doesn't care for the rest
If it's my opinion or your truth
The tomato is a fruit
So I say to your dismay
It's his fisher's way
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