i have heavy feet walking, walking up
carrying my luggage and my backpack
line is so long; so many coming home
darkness a friend they can't see my face
i'm not please; also i'm feeling pain
distance i covered is making it exciting
when i was done i lay my back on my bed
no pictures, no closets, no lampshade
pair of short curtains hiding my knees
reading light above my head, not much
oh! my, this is bunk beds; set of six
two sinks, two mirrors and old tv set
after a while i heard splashes of waves
greetings from king neptune and his colleagues
it would be a long day from then on, i feel it
we are rocking early as we cross channel
but amazing it turns out to be okay, calm
read my book, watch seagulls play; life at sea
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