Sitting in the place you know better than your home
Wanting to be in the corner hidden and all alone
Wishing you were with your love in your warm soft bed
Some times the 8 - 5 makes you wish that you were dead.
Most everybody does it almost every single day
We all have seemed to convince ourselves this crazy life's ok
Keyboards and computer screen's the mouse and its trusty pad
Thinking of how it should be, this life we accept is bad.
Thailand, Jamaica, Mexico, in a hut built on the sand
Relaxing with a loved one, A burning joint in your hand
These are the places you can wish for if it only would come true
Come follow me and my dreams, let's make this life something new.
In your mind you must keep some questions, could this dream bring pain?
If you made it to your beach would you start to go insane?
Think of all the little things before you make this plunge
your dog, your family your house, your friends, and all your other loved
ones.
To get away is good, to find your special place
But after a while in the sand would you recognize your face?
Would you stay as sharp, as keen as now after long joint smoking days?
If you went on this journey could you unscramble your mind from its maze?
These questions I ask are to help you, not to sway you either way
if you decided not to go would you write this poem some day?
I for one did not take the trip the chance for me is gone
So now I send this poem to you, will you go or pass it on?
.......I wrote this poem at work one day, i have since found a new occupation away from the dreadful 8 to 5.......
