All of them lost in their own special way, many didn't know it yet
Everyone seeking for something to cling to
To know in the morning that last night really was
In order to know there was a weekend after all
So that there was a reason for the week
As was the reason for the night before
As the reason that they still can't sleep
And all of them lost in their own special way
Every fifth day hitting a glass ceiling
And smashing down to earth
Only to go again every fifth day
To drive on till the sun came up
To crash and burn in the noon time hours
All smiles in the twilight
Grimaces in the morning
The same old routine week in, week out
The ends justifies the means
Which justifies the ends
And so on and so on, The city never sleeps
Author notes
Ah i hope its ok just soething i noticed with my peers, hope you can relate
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Comments
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Very nicely done and very unique, I was however looking for ryhme. still nicely done
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Ah
Yea sorry, i figgured to flow would have made up for it
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All the best in my contest
oh! beautiful !!
verse about the enjoyment of week ends
very nearer to the daily life
all the best in my contest
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