When you’ve traveled afar
And you make your way home,
You are physically back
But your brain’s set on “roam.”
And you can’t quite adjust
Though you’ve reset your watch;
You’re exhausted and can’t
Kick things up – not a notch.
You feel foggy and act
Like you’re slogging through mud;
Seems like someone has sucked
All the life from your blood.
It’ll take a few days
‘Til your pep has returned;
Then you’ll be good as new –
This is one thing I’ve learned.
When fatigue has released you
From its greedy grip,
It’s time to start planning
Your next far-off trip.
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