If you follow me in any capacity
on social media, then you don’t need me ta
outline it for you just how much I adore to
get a line wet. Don’t know what I meant?
Well let me try to rephrase it, what I mean to say is
more and more these days I can’t be fucked about the race.
Which race you may ask,
talking ‘bout that of the rat;
job, house, car,
Instagram star.
Eat at all the right places,
with all the right faces.
Wear the best brands,
hippest fitness plans.
Free shoes, free gear,
influencer to your peers.
But it feels meaningless,
surely more to it than this?
But what? But what?
Feeling stuck in a rut,
I mean, if I’m being honest,
all I really want is…

to go fishing,
to go fishing,
to go fishin' man, I wanna go fishing.
I wanna go fishing, yeah, that’s what I’m wishing,
all I really want is to go fishing.

But why fishing? Hey, I’m glad you asked.
Simple answer? Man, it’s a blast.
But more to it than that, let me expand,
when I’m standing out there, feet upon the land,
mud on my boots, dog by my side,
in some remote forest, with bugs buzzing by,
well that’s where I find the meaning that I seek,
social media recedes, and I can start breathing deep.
Yeah, that sounds sweet, but still why fishing?
You could just take a hike and still find those things.
Good point, hmm, let me break it down,
put it this way, any given lake in town
that you pass normally without a second thought,
could hold monsters lurking that could be fought.
Prehistoric creatures with sharpened fangs,
guaranteed to get the adrenalin flowing in your veins.
So the question really should be “how couldn’t I fish?”
’Cuz in the midst of this mundane existence that we live
it gives direct access to feeling tapped in
to a way that we were way back when:
in touch with the land, in touch with ourselves,
not touching a screen, just focussed on smells,
and sights and sounds, really all senses heightened,
focussed on the task at hand; finding and fighting
the aforementioned creatures of the deep.
And that’s why I fish, oceans, lakes, rivers, creeks.

Fishing, I wanna go fishing.
I wanna go fishing,
yo, let’s go fishing.
I wanna go fishing, so check the conditions,
then grab a rod and reel, ‘cuz it’s time for a mission.

Fishing you could say is an escape from reality,
but I would say it’s more like an escape to reality,
‘cuz sadly the supposed reality we’re living in
seems lackin’ in its focus on what matters for existing in
a balanced state. But still I’m not naive,
I understand that unlike me, not everyone has got the means,
nor the time to just up and leave society when they decide to;
a luxury, a privilege, however you describe it dude.
Look, what I’m trying to say is I acknowledge the dynamic
that not everyone can escape their problems when they can’t stand it,
I’m being candid when I say I feel guilty
for disengaging rather than using my abilities,
voice and platform to advocate for those less fortunate,
I used to more so, until an inordinate
amount of hardship came into my life,
leaving me needing an escape from all the strife.
And so I escape it, fishing is the means,
so if you need to find me, go check you local stream.

I’m gone fishing, I'm gone fishing,
I’m gone fishing, I'm gone fishing,
we’re gone fishing, we’re gone fishing,
we’re gone fishing, we’re gone fishing.