Oh my fickle mind..Dear imaginary friend,
Do you see what i see?
How can u compare this ever,
To the most beautiful place like no other.
Remember when i asked:
"When will i ever get this golden opportunity?
Can i trade this polluted city,
Along with all its contaminations,
And its fumes, smoke and man made creations,
For a paradises' perfect picture?"
However now that I am here,
I keep on saying 'Oh my dear!',
Which is exactly what i feared.
Realizing i am so lonely,
In the end, escaping from here is what i think only.
Fickle minded that i am,
Like the sea and the sand,
In the mornings, the sea rises,
In the evenings, it slowly flushes,
How i wish i could go slap myself among those bushes!
(erk.. ok im stuck, this was the best i could do for now :( ..)
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