Old ways of thinking

One from the vault. I remembered this thing I wrote while in some kind of existential crisis. Thought I\'d share it haha.


They say....

The old man swam out too far
A legend of Little Wharftown
He paddled \'til the sun went down,
Stopping to behold the stars

Then one day, he returned home
Robed in limp sea plants turned brown
Remaining silent when found,
He lapped at the tepid foam