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I stand on the beach,
I draw a circle around m,
I make it deep,
Trying to keep the waves away,
Everytime I think it's deep enough,
A wave washes it away,
The waves always go to my knees,
I'm already wet,
So I go in farther,
The waves reach to the sun,
The clouds in arches in the sky,
Reaching for the sun,
I dive in head first at my waist,
I hit the bottom too soon,
I swim at the bottom towards the sun,
The waves push me away,
I give up,
I'm sick of swimming,
I'm sick of the sun,
I walk away from everything,
Now from the screen porch,
I long for the sun,
As I get up to reach for the sun,
It dissapears over the horizon.

For you slow people who don't do metaphors well, the sun is love, like true love, the perfect forever. Anyway, I wrote what on my vacation in Flordia last year.