You'd think it silly.
But your opinion doesn't matter really.
As kiddies shout with glee,
from this place I wish to do nothing but flee.
The sun is shining bright.
It reflects off the water.
As I stare down with spite.
Happily splashing around,
they beg me to come have fun.
Not realizing I'd rather run.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC
You'd think it silly.
But your opinion doesn't matter really.
As kiddies shout with glee,
from this place I wish to do nothing but flee.
The sun is shining bright.
It reflects off the water.
As I stare down with spite.
Happily splashing around,
they beg me to come have fun.
Not realizing I'd rather run.
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