I am a lucky individual,
lucky to live, to have this life,
lucky to feel the sea breeze,
lucky to face the strife.
My life is in order
and here I am to face it.
I still feel that,
my past calling to me,
but the wind's at the front
and the before is no longer
needed, but 42nd street
is my home.
I am bound to this
fate, whichever I shall
face, lesser or a greater,
where's the difference?
And which shall be in place?

Some are fearful where I am pleased
and the skyline's aura calls me to new horizons.
The bird soars
where I am grounded
only thirst keeps me from
driving forward
driven forward.

Let's take a second for appreciation.
I kind of wonder where I'll go.
Will I go to the greats?
Do I even care about that?
You had your own destiny,
but I borrowed your sweatshirt,
doesn't it look better on me?
This beach is beautiful,
absolutely beautiful.
Not really much more I can say
but a lot more I can document.
A lot more I will breathe.