end of the week

it's friday and i don't know what to do
if i can only get 5 minutes of your time
i'd like to discover the precious dime, our commodity

i'm tripping over my wires and cables
finding out the hard way plans don't go as inspiring fables
i'm numb and unwired and feeling a faux sense of capable

we live in lands of opportunity
where freedom knows no immunity
but those whose feet find restless ground
find no part in this holy sound

fowls and fiends gather to feed
whipping our backs to prevent this fix
i'm struggling against the push and pull of these words
will i triumph over these insinuations of extravagance?

when will the day come
when will the mountains recede over the sun
when will it be over the clouds

maybe the hunger will never cease
maybe this, this toil and trouble, will always be

it's friday and i don't know what to do
i don't have a reason or rhyme to celebrate
it's friday and i don't know what to do

i'll do anything to get over this
but for now, i have you, here with me
enough to keep me believing...