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.