Fisherman's Eyes

The other day I spoke to a fish out of water,

Who saw a monkey running from a lion.

I looked up into the sky,

Where I saw the lights beyond the clouds;

And hitched a ride on the Milky-Way,

To a satellite to broadcast my experience,

I couldn’t be the only one.

Everything went dark till I opened my eyes

And I was buzzing around the lion’s tail.

I felt my feet hit the ground,

Heard a roar behind me,

I saw the great beast coming my way.

I touched the water and felt at home.

I saw a worm and went for it,

My body began to rise at the end of a line;

I swear I saw my reflection in the fisherman’s eyes.