An unexpected moment to pause and reflect.
Somehow vacations always lead to neglect.
A temporary escape from everyday responsibilities,
the nine-to-five forgotten in a tropical breeze.
After days of indulging my belly is round
sugary sweets and meats abound.
My mind after inactivity has grown quite soft
thoughts of my daily commute have been taken aloft.
Now in that holiday port, a place chaotic and desolate,
the urge to drink is something I wrestle with.
How long can I keep the party going?
Find mental escape and keep the good thoughts flowing?
At some point reality will hit,
the vacation will end and I’ll feel like shit.