The sun has risen on the right side
So it is a nice day
Hopelessly falling on the right side of life
I cannot elude the deluge of
Memories spiced with fun moments
That were between dimensions of a pot-bellied week
There were elongated with laughter, hearty smiles
Gravitating reunions and palatable cuisines
I now wonder how I can end the fast-paced week!
With weakness of disposition
In my being
A stomach hungry for food
A pocket waiting to be inflated by coins
And a heart to soldier on
I am propel me to go on with business as usual
It seems that both sides are pushing to the middle
But i am right there at the middle
Clocks don’t stop and Time won’t wait
So i will still try to do the right not good
I will revel and adventure
But,i am sure i am not a socialite
So let the seconds lead me there
To the flung gates
Open wide
To usher
The weekender
No comments:
Post a Comment