in decades i will die
saturday will never come.
so why do you mark your calendar?
the days tick by faster,
but there is no goal.
you wish for it to be thursday,
it is the beginning of a new week.
why wait for saturday when you can align yourself with the moon?
days mean nothing.
months nudge you closer to the edge of the earth.
centuries pass, and it is finally saturday.
yet that is where you will stay.
