The bulb that is lit so bright
Perhaps staring at the uncut lawn
Thinking about all the things that have gone
On this vacation where its far from home
Yet the mind forever seems to roam
Of the past of what could be
If only this soul can be free
White lies and broken glass remain
All the inner troubles are hard to contain
Relaxation never comes to mind
Just all the other things the inspiration of thought can find
The clouds are passing by
Why cant misery spawn wings and fly?
Another lonely night, another hard stay
Depressing things tend to never go away
Yet all this fun that has been created
Is it only a temporary feeling like being sedated?
Away from work and all the hell
Yet still the gloom and doom is here cant everyone tell?
Bike rides and playing games, shopping on the boardwalk
hearing the oceans waves and seeing the sand as we walk and talk
The restaurants, the things that most don't do
Yet the feeling of blue is stuck to thee like glue
Skee ball and the scenery, resting and recovery
Not everyone can enjoy this luxury
The land and humans with many names
Drama and the useless mind games
To open this treasure chest of life
Break the lock with the use of a knife
The world can see, whats inside
Happiness and all the goodness that reside
Oh if it can be found
The great effect would be profound
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