Thursday

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, 

Meaning. 

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. 

Again.