Head heavy from thoughts of returning.
Peace of mind from vacation does fade.
From school work written, my hand will be burning.
I think of good grades that will have to be made.

Sunbaths replaced by sitting in a chair.
The once vast ocean now a vast chalkboard.
Girl’s flirty glance now a teachers strict stare.
The relaxed flow of people now a bustling hoard

Lavish feasts back to drive thrus
Pina coladas replaced with water fountains.
And the flip flops I love are now shoes.
White beaches to the suburban mountains

The reason that I now do groan
Is because I have to return home.