Aug 2021
Weekends Memories
Mother nature marks time in revolutions part light other side dark
Begins with birth tracing moments in a memory becoming part of our history
Making more marks on a time clock or calendar, some go with the flow, others always fighting the tide, day's most play or toil while night offers a break
Tools take a toll also have a role make marks in minutes one mans basics are another's jewels, scars of lives form a personal diary
Light and dark can be quite stark, push or pull of the atmosphere, changing moods for many never quite clear, while other feel life as opaque
When a day is over, we still anticipate the roll in the clover, blessed in the passing while idly waiting, thoughts of a weekend retreat like mental bribery
Building dollars with a time clock click just to make ends meet, did we gain from strain or daily pain? some feel the need while others habitually bellyache
Change is constant for some, frustrating but breathing can feel like something new, not lost in the quagmire but something to seek becomes our remedy
Saturday sending strong sin signals brains building up to relive past vigils, mental hygiene, wash the neurotic fog until it's clean, the buildup like a plague but relativity still so vague
Changing dials for digital still marking time at face value, Rolex or Timex either gaining power moving towards that magic hour, Saturday sending strong sin signals brains building up to relive past vigils each holds its own entity
Some feel it creeping leaves them weeping others moments flying into an endless void, Friday feels far away, pressure a major stressor wanting and waiting for a few days' relief R.C.
Mother nature marks time in revolutions part light other side dark
Begins with birth tracing moments in a memory becoming part of our history
Making more marks on a time clock or calendar, some go with the flow, others always fighting the tide, day's most play or toil while night offers a break
Tools take a toll also have a role make marks in minutes one mans basics are another's jewels, scars of lives form a personal diary
Light and dark can be quite stark, push or pull of the atmosphere, changing moods for many never quite clear, while other feel life as opaque
When a day is over, we still anticipate the roll in the clover, blessed in the passing while idly waiting, thoughts of a weekend retreat like mental bribery
Building dollars with a time clock click just to make ends meet, did we gain from strain or daily pain? some feel the need while others habitually bellyache
Change is constant for some, frustrating but breathing can feel like something new, not lost in the quagmire but something to seek becomes our remedy
Saturday sending strong sin signals brains building up to relive past vigils, mental hygiene, wash the neurotic fog until it's clean, the buildup like a plague but relativity still so vague
Changing dials for digital still marking time at face value, Rolex or Timex either gaining power moving towards that magic hour, Saturday sending strong sin signals brains building up to relive past vigils each holds its own entity
Some feel it creeping leaves them weeping others moments flying into an endless void, Friday feels far away, pressure a major stressor wanting and waiting for a few days' relief R.C.
Thoughts of how one day feeds the next, how different people perceive each day as good or bad , did they see ,feel the sunrise! Maybe not exactly as first thought but to much done in prose,lyrics on time or working for the weekend,but still came together,also talking or listening to people online on their thought of what time is left me with a few thoughts ,time is not an illusion as long as the earth is still spinning :) ask a plant about its need for sunshine:) Thanks for reading your thoughts are helpful. "Peace Takes Practice" Rick
