So here's what I got
Sail away. What we are in the here is like smoke in the wind. Our farts and best fragrance a passing passion borne on winds of change
A moment of time. The vibration of a string.
Saruman looked to the west and was no more.
A gust dispersed his atomic structure
There was no more
I have heard we are a collection of moments
This frame structure of it, a scene of ourselves
We the actors of our play
Directed by time, chance,.and sheer force of will
This now that ever was and might be
Well, have another. It's just a quarter after
