I want a simple life
Filled with the rays of sun
The laps of the ocean
The contrails of the sky
A place where I can go
To feel as though I'm on cloud 9
All of the time
I want to look at life
And think of poetry
The way it seeps out of our lungs
Without us even knowing
It pours out of us
Creatively
Intricately
Thoughtfully
Will we ever come to know of this?
I want to feel as though
I'm on the edge of the Earth
With nothing to lose
nothing to change
nothing to regret
I want a simple life
One filled with uncomprimised promises
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