Today my dear, breakfast is for one. As delightful as your presence would be, silence is more my cup of tea. All the commotion that has been here lately, has brought me to enjoy myself more lonely. Sharing is one of the past, you see, the present has a more brightful grass. We laid there so peaceful, yet the horses still came. They rocked up the water, and here we are today. Lonely and down, unto the open sea. The boat is now my venture, and you’re a long gone breeze.