Netluck

When fishermen go out to sea
Nobody knows what they will
Find when they bring in there nets
They know quite good were
Naturally fishes swim along
Most of the time but what
In nature is normal any day

When we go fishing in the Internet
Nobody knows who is there
Naturally people find in between
Somewhere is allways somebody
Online searching dreams
But what is naturally in love
And though we lonely try to

And if we find we try to hold
What could exist only flying
We destroy what we would
Love to live for any day but
Know better not to hold as long
As we wanted to be hold
Though love is nothing than
A business with someone close
With own rules on open market
jt 15.11.14