Wouldn’t Bet It All on Friday

shadow at beach

Wouldn’t bet it all on Friday

as Friday came and went

just another square on the calendar

just another face in the crowd

just another coin in the fountain

just another, just another

It goes on and on, the waves roll in

but the tide never really changes

just more broken shells left to find

walked this beach a thousand times

bet it all on Friday again

but nothing changed, what remains

inside these walls of sky again