Thanks for the challenge. This one was already written (there's a version of it on my site link if curious).

About trying to enjoy a vacation while watching it frustratingly slip away, knowing you have to go back to the real world soon... (I wrote this while living through a Michigan UP winter, when we got 300 inches of snow that winter for context)


Bermuda
C. Dean Richardson / Half Baked Productions

V1
Come down to Bermuda, where we get what we want.
Play than number again my buddy.
It's what we've got.
And the temperature rises and falls,..day after day.
Taking off my disguises, and putting them away.

C1
And the tricks--they seem edgy, we counted on that.
Only 2 weeks more.

V2
So, take me off to Berumda, cus I do not understand
Its supposed to be alot like christmas, reggae-caribbean band.
The temperature dips as I pull shut the door.
Harvest moon blurry and grey.
If I figured out something--its that nothing at all,
makes sence when you can't see which way.

C2
And the tricks--they seem edgy, we counted on that.
Only 10 days more.

V3
So, whisk me off to Bermuda.
I can't keep myself warm.
Is this what I wanted? Wanted I'm in my favorite form.
And the cold autumn wind blows the leaves from the trees,
as they fly away undressing.
Right life I wish she would happen that way, and I keep on guessing.

C3
And the tricks--they seem edgy, we counted on that.
Only 3 days more

V4
So, wisk me off to Bermuda.
Where we know what we are.
It might not make much sense through you right now, but I know what theyre for.
And the thatched rooves you see--they lay wave in the breeze.
Hurricane force winds blowing in in the trees.

fin

Have a good one,

Dean
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