I just got back from the cruise
and all I got's this stupid shirt and a drunken blur where
everyone I met was my best friend.
I had so much fun that now I can't remember what happened
and it's too late to be yesterday.
Don't tell me, I know my mistakes.
I'd watch the waves while lying on the sand
or buy overpriced mixed drinks from some hotel cabana.
Instead my vista is vacant and dull;
I want my life to be like some Club Med commercial.
So now I know what I will miss,
isn't that what the purpose of a vacation is -
to be content with just a glance
and resign the best parts of our lives to the past.
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