Dust in the Wind
I inhale and reset plunging back to a settled current. The pressure is still there just less intense, my intent shifts lightening the crash of the waves; Still riding for the Title I remain brave.
Paving the way toward better days, its hard to say whether or not I should stay, what does come easy is the thrill of not knowing whats on the other side. Sharp rocks, man eating piranhas , perhaps a unicorn.
I stretch out laying back to enjoy the ride. I know what's at stake and I'll never hide. This wasn't the plan but man the treasures from this tide have been worth the Tan.
Some fear hurricanes others race toward their eye, what is known now was yesterday's mystery. This is my chance to write history, I will not throw away this opportunity. What's the point in immunity if it's just going to encourage impunity?