The air, cool and brisk
The first step is always a risk
But on my journey kept
A lonely go at this

The pier, long and dark
The first light does not arc
Engulfed in The Night
Just a rough start

The shops, full and lively
The last cent was spent wisely
All you buy you rent
Life ends concisely

The water, push and pulls
The last fog hinders an eyeful
Will the end cinder
Or does it icicle