My Friday falls asleep,
On the ocean floor!
I lie dead awake, And think,
No one cries anymore.
My Friday hops and leaps,
High on dolphin dreams.
I sway like a tree,
Staring at fallen leaves, in the nearby streams.
My kohl-rimmed vision
Pricks my eyes,
Smudged with inky blue waves
Apathy leaks out, empathy cries.
My Friday glides like a flowing river
Sparkling with fiesty moonbeams.
As I break off like a chunk of glacier
Triggering avalanches, humming requiems.
