The Island Of Yesterday
Intrinsically, I don't know who I am. Mostly because of my erratic stand still dream chasing. It's most ridiculous. I am a plague of a lifestyle. I come baring dried exotic fruits and treasure maps. I help build a ship of a lifetime, then get drunk on rum and burn it to the ocean floor. Sad thing is, I know how to swim. I live while my future drowns in our leverage. My booty collects in masses, but due to my constant travel, and where I am, the swag is trivial. Alas, the pirates' life is the life for me, and alas, us cowboys are always alone.