Weekend
I see myself slipping
Losing myself to the world
I see myself jaded
Loading up on distractions, burdens
Material burdens
Emotional burdens
Spiritual burdens
I can't answer the question I ask myself
Every morning as I look in the mirror
Who are you?
That is beyond me
So is sleep
A sense of purpose
The false charades of Friday/Saturday nights
As you saturate your body with falsity
Happy in your own short sighted way
Are you who everyone wants you to be?
Find yourself
I keep telling myself that every day
I seem to have problems convincing myself that
I'm just going to sleep this melancholy off
And ask myself why
Am i clueless?
I can't think/write/feel
I am uninspired
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