Time is done and it's on to me,
So how can I reflect?
Good friends and brothers are the shiny things of life,
I talk, or sit and think, and slowly I dissect,
Myself, my actions, my essence and my soul,
Sometime silence is just as good as speech,
Forwards and backwards and inwards I go,
Aiming eventually to breach,
Meaning. But before I arrive, Monday does,
Dispersal, separation, but only for a time,
The grind restarts, the trance, the mask,
The inevitable paradigm,
I do my best, the weekend will come,
But Thursday's as far as I can last.