It's Friday and I can't wait to fly.

To escape from this cage that I seemed to be trapped in.

Unable to do anything right.

I feel dread washing over me

With the sick return of Monday coming to light.

I only have two days of reprieve

And it doesn't seem like enough.

Monday morning comes to soon

And the work is getting rough.

I have nothing to do and so I am bored.

The time stretches endlessly in a place I abhor.