"Note #1"

"Where to begin,

Before I shuffle off,

My mortality beckons me to

Look back and wonder at all

The fish I might have caught

Had I cast a net."

Eh, screw that.

Okay, okay, erm...

"Clock, tick,

Tick is the word of the hour,

The hour is nigh and the night is naught but the ticking of the clock

That says the time is nigh."

Better, I guess.

Hmm...

"A mist that veils,

Veils but what?

Why, the mind."

What the hell...?

Okay, okay, one last one.

"Reckon high, reckon low,

The tide does follow , row

And row the paddle back, and forth

The tide will know

The row with the things

We know as tides."

Eh, enough for today.

I guess.