Waiting Around

April 15, 2016

I was left stranded,

Blazed by the sun,

I have no where to run,

I'm left on this island

I am marooned,

I have food, water, and matches

But no music,

No sound

Waiting is a bore

With no music to hear

I'm not worried though,

Someone will rescue me

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