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

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