I cast out my line and wait for a nibble
I sit there proudly, having wove a fine line
But the months go by and still no fishes bite
Despite my hard work, despite my great design

I wait and I wait, crafting more lines with time
Some are short and shallow, some are deep and long
I cast them out to grab the fish attention
Some times I tell stories, others I sing song

The fishing seems futile as the years go by
With so many lines and yet no fish at all
I was about to give it up, it’s over
When a line went under; the fish heard my call