When murky green rivers on my arms overlap each other like the mississippi,
When my skin wrinkles like ocean waves in stalwart winds,
When my day cosists of as much activity as a puddle in a suburb,
When so many years become the defining ingredient in my cologne,
When catching a little snapper in my arms becomes my most glorious moment,
When waking up hits me like a blast of freezing water,
When I'm surrounded with more flourishing life than the mediterranean sea,
When my tears are more potent with salt than all the oceans combined,
When my fish is slowly drifting to the red sea's floor,
When I realize that legendary is nothing,
I'll be able to look back at my accomplishments as mere memories
and look at my memories as accomplishments.