The Fisherman

Each day like a retake
Fishermen inside a sweepstake
The mud on my boots dried to crust
The hooks in my tackle box began to rust
My raincoat has been ravaged in browns and grays
Seen no trophies, I've seen no pay
Still, I dwell in these waters every day
Believing I'll fish salmons, maybe manta rays
Paying no attention to my foolish mistake
For I'm casting my net on a fishless lake
And each day is like a retake
I'm a fisherman inside a sweepstake

Author Note: No, the fish aren't a reference to girls since a lot of you think it is