Life has to be something better than what we can see around us. It must be a kind of utopia that’s just beyond that hill, or just a little bit after the horizon. Whatever the case, it has to be there. I don’t see any other way on how this would work. I think it’s up to us to make life better than it is. Does that make sense? I sure hope it does to someone who’s reading this. If it does then I’ve done something right. If it doesn’t? Well that’s another story for another time.
There I sat on the beach
watching as the waves crashed against the rocks
a peaceful day for sure
Sea otters doing their dance
on the ocean they would play
silly otters
Whales swimming around
doing their whale thing
living the dream
In a past life
I was me
yet I wasn't me
I enjoyed it all
and lived my dream
something different for sure
Now I am a different person
trapped in this new life
waiting or something
Or maybe waiting for someone
someone with the answers
to the life that I once lived
watching as the waves crashed against the rocks
a peaceful day for sure
Sea otters doing their dance
on the ocean they would play
silly otters
Whales swimming around
doing their whale thing
living the dream
In a past life
I was me
yet I wasn't me
I enjoyed it all
and lived my dream
something different for sure
Now I am a different person
trapped in this new life
waiting or something
Or maybe waiting for someone
someone with the answers
to the life that I once lived
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