OVER THE WEEKEND
Over the weekend and under the day
Buried in work with nothing to say
I’m not over the weekend but I’m under the day
Busy selling my time for a dollop of pay
When I’m over the weekend
I’m bought down to ground
Stuck under the day
Subject to the pound
We’re all living tomorrow
Stuck in today
Running low energy
Hard into decay
Life could be a weekend
Lived in a sigh
Where under the day
Means beneath the sky
OPHER 12.2.97
I’m beneath the sky now. I no longer have to sell my time. My day is my own to do with as I please. I was bought not brought.
I choose to spend it writing, reading and travelling, seeing my family and laughing with my friends.
That sounds like freedom to me.
I loved my job but I begrudged the time. There was so much to do and not enough time and energy to fit it all in. It seemed that you spend your life wishing for weekends, holidays and time off to recover. it was intense.
