I wish there was an eighth day every week,
crammed in between any of the real two,
that I could slip in and out of
If I wanted to.
I wish there was an eighth day every week,
when the world halted completely,
So that I wasn’t compelled to be anybody
except for Me.
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 11:17 AM UTC
I wish there was an eighth day every week,
crammed in between any of the real two,
that I could slip in and out of
If I wanted to.
I wish there was an eighth day every week,
when the world halted completely,
So that I wasn’t compelled to be anybody
except for Me.
