Better times

Better times

Oh how I dream of better times,

Soft white sand,

Palm trees playfully dancing in the breeze,

That sense of freedom,

That all is somehow right with the world,

An escape from the darkness,

Those drab days of home,

Grey mood matching grey skies,

That feeling of abandonment,

Solitary confinement,

Both within and without,

An escape,

Golden light at end of darkest tunnel,

Sunlight, refreshing sea air,

Exotic scent of the orient,

The mysterious East,

Far from the conflicted West,

A place of hope,

A place I can be me again,

Better times,

May they come soon.

For all of us.

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