There isn't another place I'd rather be,
Sitting here
On these footsteps
My piece of heaven
Looking out into the deep ocean blue,
Allowing my thoughts to wonder
Oh what a joy it is,
To have nothing to do
Just getting lost in the colors,
Lost in the thought
Forgetting reality.
Imagining to fly,
To a place where no one can find me,
A place where I can hide
Perhaps never come back
Oh what a joy it is
But as I float back from the clouds,
the taste of the sweet ocean in the air
I am glad I am still here
Even if it is a mess at the moment
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