Temporary Buoyancy

Drop the sinker, bobbing as usual
Ripple effect to a reverberated cancellation
Impatience, the virtue in this dead-sea
Continue to wait the big one will come someday
Occasional change of the lure, always this dead-sea
Sterile, yet I know I can catch my prize here
Lunch break, we all need to eat, back to the dead-sea
New bait, plunging my hopes again into the dead-sea
Familiar stagnant shallows, the bite will come one day
Again I cast, never to reach the shore in my dead-sea bottle