Lying on a blanket on some unnamed stretch of beach
Feeling the sun tanning my skin, feeling like a leech
Happiness eludes me, even in this beautiful place
Loneliness moves in, putting a frown on my face
Thinking back on my life, what may or may not have been
Spending so many years alone, shouldn't it be a sin?
Or is this, what was meant for me, to endure
Could it have been the opposite, of that, I'm not sure
The trials and tribulations, that i feel I've missed
May be the only reason, that I still exist
Turning back to the beach before me and this little pun
I roll over on my blanket, getting tanned, by the Red Sun
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