The week is too short,
or is it that the time flies,
and as fast as light.
I see and it’s gone,
a second here, and then gone,
it’s faster than light.
I am running low,
I find it is much better,
than running up high.
I shadow plays tricks,
first it stands against the wall,
and then on the floor.
My eyes are tired,
and they crave a good nights sleep,
as much as I do.
