• The waves; I can hear them,
    Rushing in different directions.
    Sounds so calming,
    Like a sweet lullaby.
    I feel as if I'm in the warmth of the sun,
    On a beautiful beach.
    Then a seagull squeals a horrible loud noise.
    I then realize I'm in my room,
    All alone on my uncomfortable bed.
    In a cold basement; not a warm beach.
    The sounds of waves I heard,
    Were the cars rushing down the road.
    And that nasty squeal.
    Was a buses failing brakes.