Some days love fills and embalms the air with pretty wandering flutters, other days the ship is left abandoned and wrecked, in stirring painful remnants you forgot to take away with you the moment you set off from the shores I founded. You eloped with your life and ambitions just like a prodigal, and I was left anchored in the burdened sands of your footprints.

We've visited this island a million trips before but our sails have long stopped over and passed forth, in individual streams forevermore.

If you can't be happy, just decline sorrow.