MY DAY BY THE SEA

A walk down the street.

Fragrances so sweet.

White cobblestones line the way.

Here is where I want to stay.

Away from the madding crowd.

A place where I can be proud

To call my new home.

I don’t need a phone.

All I need is a soft bed

To lay down my weary head.

Fishermen’s cries will wake me

To start my day by the sea.

DOOR TO NOWHERE

Some days you want to escape.

To a place far away.

Meet new people.

Leave old baggage behind.

Open the proverbial door.

See if the grass is greener.

On the other side.

Most of the time it isn’t.

A door balanced at the edge of a pier.

It might not be holding any answers.

Home might have had the answers all along. 

READY FOR BED?

Are you ready for bed?

We’ve made our own.

In a private park.

So far from home.

THE DEAD GAME

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BY THE DEEP BLUE SEA

A walk down the street.

Fragrances so sweet.

White cobblestones line the way.

Here is where I want to stay.

Away from the madding crowd.

A place where I can be proud.

To call my new home.

I don’t need a phone.

All I need is a soft bed.

To lay down my weary head.

The fishermen’s cries will wake me.

For my day by the deep blue sea.

LET THE WORLD COME TO ME

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Tall windows to let in the day.

The sun rises and shoots its ray.

I watch people saunter by.

Peek into windows up high.

Nothing can get past me.

I’m free as you can see.

To let the world come home to me.

I’m as happy as I can be.