With casuarinas needle swaying endlessly,
Under the bright shining heat of the golden orb.
I sat on the slippery wet rock,
Thinking and thinking deeply,
About life’s empty wanderings.
Murky tides and wood bits splashing in,
Whilst I sat there enjoying my evening tan.
As I grasp upon the rock thinking ever deeply,
How life would be if I can break free,
Will I still be free from the nonstop lurking danger?
The grass may be greener on the other side,
With the blue hills buried under the big grey clouds.
That place is forbidden for me.
Will my life prosper there with happiness and longevity?
I guessed not as this is where my life should be.
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