Sweet as that saltwater air so sweet sublime the time for rhyming never stops windows of time to check your alive and it’s on What’s happening when another gotta step near my next step as if on to smudge or blur the tracks I want all that my legacy may be mainly dissipated by the wind at the same time already on every piece of sand I don’t want to stand up for no ones without a life to care for, without ones own hairdew. Words written lives played out as fiends. Please Reintroduce me.