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On the Beach- Copy Change after Billy Collin's 'On Turning Ten"

The whole idea of it makes me feel as if my
Brain has become empty, full of nothingness.
All my thoughts have seeped out, and are now
Drifting up towards the heavens
My stress has evaporated into thin air
My sadness has been absorbed by the soft as cotton sand beneath my feet
My frustration has been swept out to sea by the incoming tide

You tell me I would never want to live on the beach,
But that’s the farthest thing from the truth.
I would be so blissfully happy living out the rest of my days
Just laying in that beautiful sand, drinking up the sun as if it
Was the most delicious thing on earth,
Inhaling that salty sea air,
The foaming waves gently lapping at my toes.
Completely alone. Completely at peace.

But now, I can only dream of the gentle rush of the waves,
Lulling me to sleep.
I can only stare out at the snow, longing for it to transform into
Golden rays of sunshine
I can only pretend I am looking out at the slowly setting sun,
Dipping its way down, down, down, into the salty basin of water.

It seems as if I will never get the chance to go back,
Back to that wonderful place where I don’t have a care in the world,
Where I feel as if that heavy weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.
I only hope I get the chance
To once again see that wonderfully wide, blue, clear tub
We call
The ocean.



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