And your body's engulfed by sea,
Near a beach of white sand,
And tranquillity,
And there have been no news of concern,
Of which you are aware,
Two days into a trip that will total 10,
There are still things you cannot bare,
Like what is waiting for you when the fantasy ends.
What is really the point,
Of escaping what you deem the prison you've built?
Where do you think you're going?
Oh, it's alright,
Maybe it's for your health,
To prolong your life the length of your vacation,
And, so, your self.
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