Oh to look forward to the weekend
I’m sure there must be a reason why
Right now I can’t think of one
So I guess I won’t even stop and try.
At least when I work my mind is of use
I can throw myself into whatever I need
But to be alone and feel nothing at all
There is something feeling wrong indeed.
I’ll be back bright and early next week
As long as I don’t pass off this earth
I’m sure I have some friends that would care
But at times it is hard to find any worth.
No I’m not depressed or being absurd
Just lost in my own thoughts of dread
I’ll put on a smile and visit with family
But like an old bull, I’ll just see red.