On Time

Good Friday rolls around, the weather is bright

But getting out of bed takes all of my might.

Morning routine in the afternoon

Evening arrives all too soon.

Seven days later, how time it does fly

Rain clouds roll across the sky.

Remembering that Friday feeling

Weekends spent dancing on the ceiling.

Time is catching up with me

Feeling zapped of energy.

Life goes by oh so fast

In a quantum blink, future is past.