Deserted
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If an island ever daredTo be stranded with meI'd take my laptopAnd a coffee shopWith the wi-fi free
Alone on an island, on its beach where I lay,
where the ocean moves slowly, and the palm trees sway.
I look in the distance, where I see just the tip,
Of the bow that remains of my now-sinking ship.
Slight ting from crisping golden beams,
The mellow sway of palms rustles
There leaves chirping
Intrinsic in the forgotten hustle
The sounds left beyond the tides.
The oscillating sound
What's the complication
when deserted?
Escaping the isolation.
So be a Departed
without actually leaving?
Behind the camera,
I used to think all I need is a minute
So I could think about life instead of live it
All I need is some money to get by
Maybe a car to drive and a house to reside
I need parents who care instead of scream
My soul to keep.
Attached not to my heart,
But to my ears.
My soul rings down.
Down to my heart.
If I could choose one singular thing
To draw back the loneliness, boredom, and pain
Of living away from all I know
On a deserted island so far from home,
I’m living with this unholy farce
Hidden so high away in the sky
Where the birds soar
Above our heads
Many maniacs have acted before me
I place the key in the ignition,I put the car in driveand press the gas pedalbut I go no where. I open my mouth,and move my lips,I push air out
