Fishing in a material world

Pretending sailing through
The rough surface of the seas
I only cast a net
The net of my own,
For each a net of one's own
I cast the net of my own
Hoping reflections of the stars
On the happy restless surface
Of the sea, in my net

The sea is full of fish
The sky is full of stars
The sea surface is full of star reflections
Worth a life time, this star mine
That star mine, the rest mine too

Now it is, then that is
And then it was and then that will be
For the stars stay
And none got nothing to say

For I'm only fishing
Fishing in a material world