Tequila Sunset
Purple pours over ashen skies
Doused by distant rain
Moody and wild, unkempt on the ocean
Where waves roll like reluctant children
Angry to sleep, eager to persist
On beaches that steal your breath
In forests that quench depths
Of your soul, unhindered by any man made goal
But societies try, you have the stereotypes to deny
Capitalism has its eye on paradise
But you'd do well to refuse its advances
Ignore the posterity of perceived wealth
And soak in natures riches
Snapshots of experience
Away from the mundane
I hear distant rhythms of societies din
Parties of celebration and social sin
Where we can all fit in
Everyone loves a good tune
Beach fires under an almost full moon
Tribal and unrestrained by rule or law
Sunset celebrations at our core
Stories to score
Too many tequilas have me at the mercy of my thoughts
Where I devour the ambience
Live in the glow of the sun going down
To nocturnal birdsong and breaking waves
And how humanity plays
Under a tequila sunset...
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