Weekends

What did I do?

Where did we go?

Thinking back through time

Is the only way I’ll know

 

Was it real stupid?
Or was it a blast?

My weekends get fuzzy

And shoved in the past

 

Slowly I think

And put my self there

The events return

And I breathe the same air

 

As I snap back

To where I must be

I slightly remember

What happened to me

 

Author's Note

I wish I still had weekends like this...