Upon the beach,
catatonic in the envious sun,
catatonic in the envious sun whose work is never done,
catatonic and trying to keep cool at the same time,
a bit of an oxymoron,
catatonic and platonic the relationship of us,
catatonic and platonic, or is it,
for we love it but is it secretly trying to get rid of us,
I have my suspicions but still here I sit not moving in the glorious sun,
and here I sit here soaking up everything,
and I enjoy it for its beauty, and I cannot imagine it gone,
and how beautiful it is to be catatonic,
and how beautiful it is to be free,
and to sit in the hot sun and get absolutely nothing done.

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