Reality
I had a dream when I was small,
a dream I held so dear.
What I wanted most of all -
to be an engineer.
To get away from father`s farm,
and find a world of mine.
Maybe a woman young and warm -
and handing her a line.
Now I am sitting on a rig,
the drem has gone astray.
The longing it is just as big -
but I have lost the way.
I never found the hotblooded girl,
but found another dish.
I am giving it a healthy whirl -
at catching me a fish.