Flipping the Coin
I always wanted
A house by the sea,
But I hadn't thought
About the bad humidity.
All that sand in your feet,
That always finds its way
To your bed, no matter
How much you tread.
I wasn't prepared for the heat,
All that sticky, sorry sweat,
That gets in your hair,
And makes your thighs
Rub together,
Like chocolate eclairs.
Oh, the sound of the waves
Is like heaven to my ears,
But I miss the sound of the birds
That would never settle here.
I miss my cool rainy air,
And the roads that I know.
Golden sands and blue skies
Are picture perfect for island holidays,
But they could never be my home.
I love to eat fresh fish and shrimp,
And drink beer in the afternoon.
But I would not trade
My cloudy morning walks
For a lazy hammock siesta,
Where you got nothing to do.
I always wanted
A house by the sea.
But that isn't me,
Anymore, just as it isn't
Right, to want to try
So hard to be someone
You're not or
Someone you can't
Really see yourself be.
I just want to be,
Not who I wanted to be,
But who I really am,
Right now.
And who I really am,
Is not who I wanted to be.
(Photo taken at Oblu Experience, Ailafushi, Maldives)
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