Hostage
At 6 am, the beach is nice;
And I am headed for a stroll.
At 7, sun is poking out,
I guess I’m still glad on the whole.
I turn around and head back home;
The half-way thoughts somewhat console.
By 8 am, the sun is hot;
I’m drenched with sweat from head to toe,
But I can see the house ahead,
A few blocks down, not far to go.
Once back inside, the A/C on,
The waiting game has now begun
For I will likely hide away
until the day has ditched the sun.
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