Everyone has had enough!
Creaking into the weekend
Scratching your stubble as the second brew hits home.
People, eyes, motives, angles
Slowly the rain says goodbye
Lives, celebrations, sickness and dying
How do you feel today?
Somewhere the Jenga shatters too loud
Girls stroke their hair in anticipation
Boys quaff their beer too fast
Weekend dreams collide in credit card bills and white noise.
They look at themselves
Then they look at each other
The single, look at everyone else
Humidity meets industrial air-conditioning.
Who is too say what the future will bring?
Tonight it's soft, fuzzy in a happy din
Some look at you right now
Some just stare into the distance, future or past.