there’s another island
i see it from my window
as i drive
a place i could be
away from it all
maybe a little boat
to get there
maybe it
would be perfect
living on fish
no bills
no tax
the island has a veil
of mist
low trees
little bays
and my car pulls away from the coast
the road moves me away from the island
no escape this time then

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