Where did you land? on that bright shore, in hopes that we would follow?
or was it your demise that you met? your cold, wet, fate sealed by those rocks. no longer, were you dry, safe resting on your planks. In life or in death, you can not escape this new world. Your lust for change, sated, the moment your feet touched that new earth. the nostalgia of a new beginning, a time which you could remember or forget./////////////