It isn’t that there is anything wrong,
simply, the realization of a weekend gone,
the days ahead all toil to be sure
inside this mechanical dream we assure.
While yesterday seemed quite away
when suddenly here we are today to stay,
oh it isn’t that the wrongs are right
more the reality of our time in spite.
I wanted to remember you this time
with a bit of a calculated rhyme
yet the days well hours turned to nigh
it was in a sudden fit of overwhelming cry.
A weekend gone, one might want a redo
yet it is important to understand we do
have opportunity always just ahead
to recreate, to reaffirm, to be virtue lead.
A weekend gone, and summertime as well
we have tapped into another state of tell
when suddenly our lives have much matter
for the presence of another is a next ladder.
We walk, we talk, we have similar paths ahead
yet inside a dream we still might be easily lead.