I suppose it’s true what they say
About there being
Plenty of fish in the sea
On some days,
I cast my net wide
And catch a school of them
Almost instantly
On other days I wait silently
For that familiar fish
That loves to fall for
The same bait, over and over
Sometimes, I catch a fish,
Reel it in,
Decide I don’t need it
And gently return it back to the sea
You know, I like to think,
I’m an expert fisherwoman,
But I’ve spent all day
Fishing for your attention
Sitting by the edge, patiently
Fighting off the other fish
That nibble at the bait
I saved specially for you
But you seem
To have eaten elsewhere
Epiphany in the Cacophony 
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