The itinerary of daily grind
Keeps changing and shifting
In accordance with the constant swings
In temper and mood
Not long since an escape from one godly prison
Has been carefully executed
The possible insertion into another looms
In the darkened, dampened horizon
One idle moment of unconstrained thought
Deducts a conclusion
Which states that a withdrawal
A rarely replicated if ever propagated stay
Is in order
Suddenly the weight of obligation
Crumbles down from my shoulders
Falls into little heaps of dirt
Ready to fertilise by adding grace and time
A regular weekend night out
Goals are set and plans are declared
To an invisible audience
It's evident that one has to dress up
In order to take up the part
Preparations make way for reparations
End result priced well into the millions
And while out on the grind
All questions are thereby answered
Alas, the detioration of force and will
Brought this previously envisioned
Glorious swing on the strip
To a premature stripped end
