THE SUN ON MY BACK, MY TOES IN THE SAND, ANTICIPATING WHAT THE NEXT WAVE WILL BRING. BEER ON MY SIDE AND SMOKE IN MY LUNGS, LOST IN MY THOUGHTS OF BEING KING. PEACE IS SWEET AND SILENCE IS BLISS CONVERSING WITH FRIENDS OF THE PAST. THOUGHTS CHASE AS THE MAZE PULLS BACK TO THE DEEP. CAUGHT IN A PARALLEL OF WAKING SLEEP. A ROAR OF A LION AND A THUD BEHIND ME, ANOTHER BEER IN HAND AS A BOAT FLIES BY. WAVES ARE LOUD NOW, THAT'S ALL I CAN HEAR EYES CLOSE AND MY HEAD GOES BACK TO THE SKY, SIGH.