think
of the happiest Christmas you ever had,
it was when you were once a child,
sitting on Santa's lap, and he told you
you were such a good child,
and that you deserved
all the gifts you received
as rewards of
an obedient servant
think about it and then
compare what you are now,
one, who just had his own wings
flapping in the air
of your own
confidence,
you dive at sea, somewhere in the pacific
it is all sea,
no island, even a shadow of land,
nothing
and your wings are tired
and it will be Christmas,
tomorrow,
this is what you get
for getting away from
society
an ocean
and sky.
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