Gazing out over the ocean
The wrath of the stormy seas
Pondering how thin
The guise of paradise can be
It takes but a rainy day at the beach
That sends you scurrying for cover
All the truths and lies about utopia
No longer hard to unearth and discover
Some days the sun shines down
Enveloping me in its warm embrace
Others it is shrouded by clouds
And all but hides its face
But it is there either way
This I am certain of and know
Because if it was not
None of these flowers or palm leaves would grow
Presently the wind tousles my hair
Its breath warm on my neck
For whatever hardship today
It promises me a rain check
Things don't always happen
The way that I decide
Things don't always go my way
Not even at the seaside
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