The sun cascaded through the opening
Onto the tile floor where he sat thinking
Eyes staring down but looking beyond that
Hunched over he closed those eyes for a moment
And then he opened them again as if new
There was the ocean waves crashing outside again
He looked out to his left as the gentle breeze blew in
A beautiful day to leave the doors open here
The curtains on the doors moving along with the wind
He is so happy to have this home by the sea
What a view it was indeed
The sunset was happening and it is always such a sight
Changing the colors of the sky and the water
It draped the red clay-colored walls perfectly
The sights and sounds of it all were combined with smell
As he could sense the aroma of the fine restaurant nearby
All the hard work finally has paid off for him
He sat there smiling in his Spanish house off the coast
Soaking it all in before getting ready for the night to come
No more worries and can finally breathe with a smile
One last look again, he thought, one last look before I go
And he did, and it was good, the thought of all of this
He hunched over again, smiling, before his mouth straightened
And he opened his eyes once more to the view in front of him
And there he sat on his toilet in his cramped bathroom
The hot, afternoon sun beaming onto the turquoise marble tile
Rather than doors there was a small window too high up to look out
The view wouldn’t have been worth it anyway to him
Barely getting by with money, his home is not pleasant to look at
No time for travel, with escape no where in sight right now
Hoping, even praying, that one day his visions turn to reality
But until then, he knows that it was all just. . . a dream.
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