On the Sea
My morning sleep was broken,
By sounds of nearby race.
Twats from o'er the galaxy,
Competing for first place.
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The ship moves on and the sound fades,
But already I'm awake.
So I say then, "well, no going back,
what of this day I'll make?"
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I step outside and see the sea,
The world that is Big Blue.
Cruising across this water world,
For relaxation true.
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Food packs the ship's dining halls,
Gorge ourselves with delight.
But the day is young, we must move on,
Our timetable is tight.
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Diving down to coral reefs,
Taking a jet-ski.
Hand gliding within the sky,
Sailing, soaring free.
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Up from here I see the race,
But I turn my eye.
Some of us like the slow life,
Relax on sea or in sky.
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The weather takes turn for the worst,
The sky is turning grey.
It's time to head back to the ship,
Time to end our play.
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"To the cinema," is called,
Our media awaits.
We crowd into the viewing lounge,
Arriving not too late.
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Dinner's next, and we gorge,
Then head to the gym.
Or some of us sneak off the ship,
For an evening swim.
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And at last the day is ended,
I enter room at my slow pace.
Because on this world, so big and blue,
Life is not a race.
