It Happens

It happens Like driftwood in a restless sea of humanity is the story of my life, plans I made never came to fruition the current shifted course, I ended up in a land, not mine. I lived in relative harmony near a forest and nature and had an obedient dog; life was calm and easygoing. There is good times and bad times; I had lived in a cove where the current doesn´t reach, but a big storm came and I was back as driftwood no rudder and no plan. I ended up in Cascais, which I thought was a place for ex-kings and president, thrown out of their country and now living off the spoil of their robbery. Cascais as I know it is a place full of cars driving fast a few trees here and there, but not a half-decent park. What do I know, everyone around me wears jeans and a T. shirt and since this is equality time one of them could be an ex-king. As for planning nae, I leave that to the current.