Try to catch so many fish,
all lined up and still a wish
but all you need is one to feed
A family of empty seats

Relationships, the howling sea
has sunken bunkers worth of these
down with the ship and float to shore
the constant soak assaults my pores
The salt, inside my skin it pours
Diluted but it's growing pure.

So on my dock I fish in peace,
To feed my empty family.