Why am I never at a place like this?
Why am I always in a dark room typing?
We all make our choices,
and I have to live with mine.
Maybe…
Too many ‘maybes.’
I need one ‘can.’
I ‘can’ escape to the tropical island.
I’ll throw my computer
into the depths
of the blue, green ocean.
Sounds good to me.
Sounds like a plan.
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