Weekend ways
by Alienhippy
The lawn mowers are going,
Of course, it’s Saturday morning
Tucked up in my bed
Sleepy head, still Yawning
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It’s lovely here in my nice new room,
It’s peaceful and just how I planned it
Newly built, clean and calm
All the colours I wanted
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Time to get up and take part,
With this thing we call life
Being part of the big show,
The performance and its strife
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To be part of it, just fit
But what if I can see
Normal is so boring
I want to just be me
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Tomorrow is Sunday,
The day our cars are washed
We read our Sunday papers
In this world I feel so lost.
Listening through the Loops 
This brought a song to mind. We are very conditioned aren’t we as humans. Had a conversation with my elderly Aunt who always without fail does her washing on a Friday, she used to have a baking day too. I said why don’t you just do your washing according to the weather? She firmly said “No, Friday has always been washing day. It is good thought to have structure to your day. Love you xxxx
Love you too. xxx 🙂