Time For A Holiday
Sometimes life gets busy, time gets out of hand.Sometimes I get dizzy, when I'm in demand.
Getting pulled from left and right, can't tell in from out.
Is it day or is it night? Lord, there's so much doubt.
Sometimes I think I'm crazy, or at least heading that way.
Sometimes I want to be lazy, just go somewhere and play.
Get away from the rat race, go out enjoy the sun.
Live life at a slower pace, relax and have some fun.
It's time for a holiday, time for a break.
A year or two in the islands, dancing cheek to cheek.
I just need to get away, ease this mental ache.
I'd love to have a year or two, but I'll settle for a week.
Hard work never hurt a soul, builds character they say.
But when you seem to lose control, it's time to get away.
Climb up on the mountain top, breathe in that fresh, clean air.
Spend a day in an antique shop, you'll never know what's there.
Sunset strolls along the beach, walking hand in hand.
With that one special Peach, barefoot in the sand.
Picnic in a grassy field, by a trickling stream.
All your inner thoughts revealed, sharing all your dreams.
It's time for a holiday, time for a break.
A year or two in the islands, dancing cheek to cheek.
I just need to get away, ease this mental ache.
I'd love to have a year or two, but I'll settle for a week.
The world will keep on turning, it won't come to an end.
Those fires will keep on burning with or without you, friend.
Just go and rest your mind at ease, recharge your heart and soul.
Go enjoy that mountain breeze, or the nineteenth hole.
All work and no play will make me a dull boy.
Pack it up and get away, have a little joy.
Time to make a brand new start, begin a whole new role.
Energize this broken heart, and resurrect my soul.
It's time for a holiday, time for a break.
A year or two in the islands, dancing cheek to cheek.
I just need to get away, ease this mental ache.
I'd love to have a year or two, but I'll settle for a week.
Poetry by JustBob
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Written on 2009-07-31 at 06:13
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