O in these times of grave uncertainty,
I like to escape by thinking of things,
Like the vast, bountiful oceans and seas,
Or the fragile beauty of butterflies' wings.
Or verdant fields and hills and drifting clouds;
That are far removed from amorphous crowds.
I like to think of colourful delights,
That inspire my mind through long days and nights.
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