There comes the week-end
with expectations more
while the other days go in speed
these two days stay on with a length
When the anticipations turn to nothing
there arises a disappointment great
The feel leads to a pull out
setting in a sobriety sans joy.
These days pass on like any other
even harder than week days.
As such every day is the same
when the day breaks there is hope
and when it sets down there goes the hope
yet another day dawns with a revival
settling with a retreat and denial
that is the way the world moves on
round and round with not much 
significance
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