I'm Out



from the hectic rush,
truant to the truth
captivated by simple pleasures

color me beach blond
paint me surf side aqua,
collect my tears in long neck bottles
before wind and sand blind me........
       to all your taunts and threats

find my bones above high tide
never wonder why,
I chose solitude
above the undertow of modern man

my lack of particapation.....
       in a game already lost

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