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.