I want to go
Far, far away
On a big, big boat,
To let my worries drift
On the open sea,
I want to stuff myself
At the endless banquet
And ignore the fitness center
In favor of
A stage show
Or a lounge in the sun.
I want to visit exotic lands,
And take many pictures
As I sample the cultures,
Bringing back useless treasures
To collect dust on my shelves
And desk.
I want to try my hand
At dancing
To the beat of steel drums,
To see the Mayan ruins,
And listen to the monkeys
High up in the trees.
I want to lay on sugar-white sands
And do nothing
Except wonder,
With a self-satisfied smile,
What my poor, unfortunate friends back home are doing
Right at that moment.