Poem - Friday
Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 10:16 am
Friday
It was Friday and me - stressed
My desires, my emotions
Whirling with me
My mind - messed.
Ideal to be my idol
Trapped in nets of perfection
The aim to be not your glory
Going the wrong direction
I realized this and my mind gained peace
Stress was gone and I could breathe
Monday's coming and my aim is
Service to you, not my biz.
(c) 1over137
It was Friday and me - stressed
My desires, my emotions
Whirling with me
My mind - messed.
Ideal to be my idol
Trapped in nets of perfection
The aim to be not your glory
Going the wrong direction
I realized this and my mind gained peace
Stress was gone and I could breathe
Monday's coming and my aim is
Service to you, not my biz.
(c) 1over137