I mean, I know it’s a workday
But it’s Friday
And I mean, I know I don’t work
But it’s still Friday to me
So does it matter?
I have still experienced the week
Not in the conventional way
Where I would get up and say
“My boss is going to kill me”
If I am running late
And no I can’t really run late
Actually, most days I just wont raise
But honestly, that is more draining
When the rays of sun is your only
I don’t get a room full of chatter
Or a desk full of fruits
Well actually, I do
But I hate these voices in my head
For all that they have said
I mean, It’s Friday
And I might buy fruits
I just hope they are not off again
And I think about emails, I should probably send
Just like you
So what should I do?
Not be happy about Friday’s?
All because I have nothing to do?
I love the weekends
A break from the chatter
I’d say a break from the work, but I won’t take it that far
I mean after Fridays
I get to recuperate
I get to re-oil my engines and find new ways to wait for
There’s no point to this speech
Just a way for me to feel like it’s Friday
I don’t write the date any other day
So here’s to my day.
And hey voices… No they don’t care that you’re here
In fact I’m glad that they can’t hear
In fact I need to do my hair