It’s time I made a scene of my own
Everything’s perfect (too perfect)
We’re at the beach
Our kite whirls past picturesque cumulous clouds
I’m thrashing inside—a syncopated rhythm
Juxtaposed to the perfect waves
Sun shines down
And finally I decide to tackle the burn
There are bubbles of puss gathering on my right shoulder
It’s ugly
This day isn’t what we’d like to believe
We didn’t take precautions
Two minutes and sunscreen would’ve been fine
Two hours a week and counseling would’ve been fine
But now you simply decide everything
And behind the scene,
Our made up, beautiful scene
Roams an elephant
It’s over there by the hotdog stand
I hate that it’s so natural
To blend into the scenery
I’m the fly on the wall
So I don’t have to address this elephant in the room
There are sharks in the water
Don't you know that it’s dangerous to ignore the truth?
It's time to make a scene
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