I? ve been humming a high note. Maybe something that I wrote. Out sailing in my boat. I? m not really sure. I? m still singing the same tune. I? ve been kicking around since June. All morning and afternoon. Now it? s all a blur. I? ve been listening to sea shells. To hear the stories that they tell. Of high times and tide swells. That have yet to occur. Backsliding down the drain. Partially taking all the blame. Chasing coins to fill the purse. Is it really better or for worse. Is it a blessing or a curse. To pass the buck. Is it a bounty or a bust. Is it precious metal or just rust. Well it seems it? s up to us. So wish us luck. I kept making a U-turn. Ended up with a sunburn. But the lesson that I learned. Was worth the skin that peeled. I climbed so many mountains. It? s not even worth counting. All the drinks in the fountain. Before it was revealed. From the copper to the kettle. The stamen to the petal. We watch the value of sand dollars crumble