My life is somewhat complicated,
Stress seems my every way,
I am plagued by incessant uncertainty,
Complication rules my day.
Other scream and hound my being,
Dusaster follows close,
Anger drives my frantic fear,
With cynicism so verbose,
Enough of this mechanised constricture,
I need to feel my worth,
I need to be at one with life,
I need a complete re-birth.
Thus, Ibrek these tedious shackles,
Leave my life behind,
Gather together my trappings,
And myself to leave and find.
On Grand Cayman Island, mon,
The water crystal clear,
Where running out of lobster,
Is my one and only fear.
My labours are now investments,
The past is old hype,
The water shimmers inviting aqua,
I drink a red stripe.
I walk to the cleansing water,
Feeling at once whole,
It penetrates my very being,
And cleanses my broken soul.
I thank the Lord for this invention,
His words I can almost hark,
"Take these gifts - the water,
And that very hungry shark."
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