Are you the Canon? The Powder? The Ball?

Are you the vessel?
The vein?
The path?

Are you the fuel?
The impetus?
The drive?

Are you the moral?
The whole point?
The final punctuation?

Are you the fuse?
The chasing ?
The whats next?

We wish we were the whole thing,
Beginning to end.

But we all have our place.

Point.

Burn.

Incite.

Land.

Destroy.

On A Rented boat. On The Pretty Twin.

On A Rented boat. On The Pretty Twin.

Just about 5 years now.
Best spot we ever found.
Two lakes,
One trip,
And I never once wondered what the other one
Had to offer.

Always figured each twin got an equal stake,
Side by side for eternity,
At least some of it.

But we snubbed the bastard lake,
Bastard by our own decree.

Whad'ya say we give the second pond a try?

Pass out on wine and dream of the future this time.

Float and catch nothing,
wondering now what could be,
Instead of what has been.

Pack up.