The Lake
Rough River is my happy place
It is my place to relax
My place to think
The roads are long
And lined with trees and dirt
It smells awful at times
And it takes forever to get from place to place
But when you finally reach your destination
And you step into the water
Or sit next to the fire at night
And stare at the beautiful stars
You forget the stress of your life
You forget the past and don’t plan the future
You focus on the here and the now
Rough River is my happy place
It is my place to relax
My place to think
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