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                     My vacation is done, as is my fun.

           Great while it did last, but now it's past.

                     All these thoughts in my head.

                                 I feel dead.

       I'll see have less time for me.  That's not fine.



           Back to reality.

  

          The hour rush.  I don't like that much.

         Rush hour.  They have all the power.

             Cars, they not going far.

         Slow, getting anywhere, no



          Back to reality.



         No fun will I find, in this daily grind.  

        I wish that I could my life rewind.

              It's all see, me, behind.

                   Yes, I mind.

     I go back to my job of 9-5, where I don't feel alive.

                 I'm no longer be see to all day be free.

                 I'll no longer at home be able to stay.

         I'll no longer be able to play.