free typing (did this without stopping)

To be on the sideline isn’t always as gracious as when we could be by the middle. My days of freewheeling have gone by and not a scattered remnant of it I have sorrowed on. In the new lane I spread my inhibitions away as I go about my business in a juxtaposed archaic. It’s funny how the term archaic comes to mind, since a friend has uttered it a month ago. She went to the pier to check on the new horison. Duly going about the business as we scram along have put the situation in a much rather interesting state.