My head hit the pillow and I was gone
The days caught up on me
My mind had no time to dream I just slept
I awoke refreshed yet laboured
I wish I could edit the weekend
Just keep the good parts
But did the bad parts make the good parts good?
Is the measure of good benchmarked by it?
A long  week ahead. What will life bring?
Less bad I beg as I've seen enough for this life