Long Island Iced Tea...
Sailing forward, in the name of solace, one more day passes.. Series of waves, big and small, the sailor braces.. Not alone, neither be defeated, the mind though wanders, blurring the senses, as always, as the day closes... Thoughts no less, past, or the future... actions taken, or simply the misses, Sailing forward, in the name of solace, as the day passes.. another big wave, the sailor braces..