Escape


Sometimes reality becomes too hard and I need an escape.
My imagination flies to my paradise.
There is never an admission price.
I lie on the beach and sip my chardonnay grape.
There is nobody else on my beachy landscape.
It is just me, a big house, and a puppy, to be precise.
Into the ocean I go with my flotation device.
I listen to my One Direction audiotape.
It is always sunny and warm.
The water is always calm and blue.
I always wish it was real
Because never ever will it storm.
A serenity I have come to
But when I have to come back, refreshed I feel.

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