Salted Screen

[Verse 1]
The golden hour filter, a perfect morning haze,
My kitchen window shows just damp, Porthcawl's Tuesday maze.
That cold brew on the countertop, a quiet, steady drip,
While online I'm on a yacht, a curated, flawless trip.

[Chorus]
Oh, the deep current of my quiet day,
Beats the bright surface where I choose to play.
This screen-glow world, a filtered, distant shore,
When my own steady ebb, just gives me something more.

[Verse 2]
A smiling selfie, caught in perfect light,
My tired eyes just watched the Bristol Channel's night.
The 'adventure' post, a caption bold and grand,
My biggest journey was the walk across the sand.

[Bridge]
No lighthouse beacon, flashing for a like,
Just the sea's low sigh, cutting through the byte.
And maybe this unedited, real-time current's grace,
Is the only truth that truly holds its place.

[Outro]
So let the salt-laced air reclaim the screen,
This un-posed life, the truest thing I've seen.