Downside To Paradise Poem by Jesse Nolff

Burning yellow sun in the sky, blazing
Intensity ultimately makes me fly, from the heat
Because paradise isn't always as it seems
In the end, I think, it's just too hot for me

A hard rain would be nice, pouring
Like raindrops of relief, not so boring
Tsunami's just don't stop at the beach
In the end, I think, it's just too hot for me

The hometown crowd won't even notice, no surprise
As I ascend high above the clouds, without disguise
There is no need for a comprimise
In the end, I think, it's just too hot for me

Catch me if you can, Mrs. Hate
As you stand burning in your laughter, see you later
I have no regrets, but for them I feel sorry
In the end, I think, it's just too hot for me

Now maybe my endevours will be a labour of love, with freedom
Far from the sea and angry beating waves, I beat 'em
Now I can pray for snow instead of rain
In the end, I think, it's just too hot for me