Time is done and it's on to me, 
So how can I reflect? 
Good friends and brothers are the shiny things of life, 
I talk, or sit and think, and slowly I dissect, 
Myself, my actions, my essence and my soul, 
Sometime silence is just as good as speech, 
Forwards and backwards and inwards I go, 
Aiming eventually to breach, 
But before I arrive, Monday does, 
Dispersal, separation, but only for a time, 
The grind restarts, the trance, the mask, 
The inevitable paradigm, 
I do my best, the weekend will come, 
But Thursday's as far as I can last. 

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