The best of me is here, and gone. The worst of me is what I feel, and behind me. She's gone, and here with me. I take to that sky and I see my future, and my end. Folding clothes of yesterday, and wearing one's of today. The Ocean breeze and the heat of day I look on. I lay down the smokes and take too the gym. The days continue, and I wait. Wait for something to happen. Waiting for that paid sky and a new adventure. I wait, wait for her. I hold back, and carry on. Dirt to wounds and wash it down by evening, That comfort, a moment in time. Hesitant of morning, the waiting continues. The jacaranda's are out of bloom and the sweating attic cools. Pictures in mind, a friend, an illusion. I hear the calling of the Sirenusian Islands somewhere out amongst that Sea. And I look out over L.A. from atop it's second highest. I want the badge, and feel the heat of my criminal past around the corner. A frown, and the sound of Sea, and the feeling of that cool breeze. The idea of a Foreign Legion, and a death sentence nearly embraced by a 'Fuck it'... I wait...