Friday
I see the streets
The chaos
The bottles
Empty smiles
Fabricated joys
All the excitement
And from my distance
It's just another day
Annoyingly loud of
Industrialized beings
I wish just the time
To pass away
While I'm segregated
Isolated
Protected
In my dreams of a lifetime.
It might surprise
That my friday
Is not a Friday
And in fact
I like Mondays
But I hate mondays
It's the property of the timeframe
What is your calendar
And mine
Isn't the same
My year doesn't have 365 days
Weeks do not have 7 days
Because in fact
When my heart find its half
When we're finally together
Even
A rainy Sunday night
Has the sound
Of a young Friday night,
A loud monday morning
Has the smell
Of fireworks
A new year to come,
A cold Wednesday night
Has the taste
From the table
To the cups
Of a yearning Christmas day,
In the Machine Spider world
Everything is different
We have our own moon
Our rotation
Our gravity
Our calendar
Our seconds
And every day that exists
Is a magical day,
When our hearts meet
As king and queen
We declare it global official holiday
Planetary Love Day
And there we live
Enjoy
Love
Smile
Within our time
Where one heartbeat
Equals loving lifetime.