ooooo, since you're gone...

you see it was funny looking at it from this prospective,
it seemed almost as if there is no end,
to this mixture of mist and evaporating water...
water called in the arms of the hot sun...

and than all of a sudden...
two small boats...
must be fishing boats...
draw a clear line,
of the prospective...

like looking at the future...
alone...

i'll change... i promise...