Benjamin Smith

Escape

Surrounded by work,
Textbooks all around,
Essays and math problems,
Became tiresome, I found.

So I hopped on a plane,
And southward I flew.
To the Caribbean I went,
Where the water is bright blue.

I boarded the boat
And hoisted the sail.
And through that Caribbean water
I blazed my own trail.

The ocean was freedom,
To be traversed as I pleased.
I passed by a small island,
Dotted with tourists and trees.

From afar I could tell,
The beach was incredibly fine.
But I stuck to the ocean where,
In solitude I passed my time.

The sun danced off the water.
The wind played with my hair.
Never before had I seen,
Weather so fair.

Out on the ocean,
Away from it all,
The stresses of school-life,
Seemed pleasantly small.

I returned to the work,
Because it couldn’t wait much longer.
But when it becomes too much
I know where my mind will wander.




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