Vacate

Hundreds of miles

Escapism

Getting away

Leaving the 9–5

Taking your pay

Going to different places

A separate time

New rooms

To vacate

The mind

The soul

To free us more

Just enough

To mellow ourselves

A calming peace

Yet it does not last

For the vacate fills

Our emptied shells

With new plans

Appointments

Bills

But for leisure

For fun

To wash over our stressful pasts

And ignore the days to come

Then

As if spun into a rewind

We commute back

From the vacate

To the 9–5

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