This week does hang on the back of my shirt
Wearing me down till I’m bruised and hurt
Aggressively tugging so I cannot walk
Its cuffs on me are firmly locked
I peer our through each cold, metal bar
Looking out at what seems so far
Freedom! Even if it’s only three days
Oh to escape, restless mind give me ways!
But look! It’s Thursday, she’s letting me go
The weekend just pointed me to a window
I hurriedly grab my stuff and pack
For I know that the week will soon be back.
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