I’ll think
Why this or that
But then I realize
“Oh, I have a ******* life”
I will keep my quo of stats

Everyday feels like Friday,
Except Friday.
Friday feels like Monday.
I think about a Saturday.
Saturday is a Friday evening.
Sunday feels like a Friday after the party.
Monday thru Thursday blends,
Into one long *** Friday.
But I’m home.
None of this makes sense.
The days blend.
Oh they blend some more.
I keep waiting for the weekend I guess.
When the longest week of my life
Is over.
TGIF

What am I doing
Playing at
Is it play acting
Am I on stage
Enjoyment for one
Like a pendulum swing
No push pull mechanics
Only my own **** mind

And I’m tired
of chasing you
Come to me
when you are ready
when you no longer can deny

Our Chemistry

Don’t jump the gun
Pitter putt dying
Lawn mower pull
Choke it out
Rev the engine
Give me the fuel
I’ll make you roar