A WAFT  OF YOU IN THE BREEZE ON THE BEACH, SUDDENLY NOT SO OUT OF REACH. LURE ME LIKE BAIT ON A HOOK FOR A SHARK, CLEAN BITE EVERY TIME READY TO COOK. SWIMMING POOLS OF SWEAT, A PRAYER TO NOT DROWN. WISHING THIS WAS THE LAST TIME FISHING. CLAIRVOYANCE ALWAYS COMES THROUGH, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO YOU.