A Dream In The Oceanfront
It’s the end of a Monday,
And I’m jaded and worn out,
So, I spiritlessly lay,
Finding ways to cop-out.
I wonder what to do,
And suddenly I get a spark in my head,
“Why not I beach it through?”
“I see blue waters.” That’s where it led.
In the breezy, salty air,
I skedaddled without a care,
Then I sat and built a beach fortress,
Aside me dawdling along was a tortoise.
Soon it became dark, out of the blue,
I stood to watch the sunset,
Then it quickly struck, “Is it true?”,
Springing up traumatised from my bed.
