I think of faraway places
As I am walking in the rain
I look at the long sad faces
Of people rushing for the train
I imagine a deep blue sea
A light-reflecting cloudless sky
An isle where there is only me
To hear the warm breeze softly sigh
I feel the warm sun on my skin
And lie on the soft golden sand
And close my eyes and I am in
A lush exotic kind of land
Coconut palms and mango trees
A waterfall on a mountain
A sea-scented easterly breeze
A cave with ferns and a fountain
But reality rudely wakes
Me from my daydream wanderings
I hear the screech as a car brakes
I’m back to gloomy surroundings
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