Tomorrow is not today

no matter what my mind might say

The calendar says we're just over the hump

but I'm gearing up for the something that is nothing

ready to finish off this week

The time has gone quickly

I didn't seem to do as much

as I typically plow through

I wonder where it all goes?

So now I've gone back in time

to the day I never spent

Tomorrow may actually be Friday

but I'll be damned if I'll thank

any gods for that.

Give me liberty or give me death

give me a pint of Guinness

to quaff to your health

A week should never end

before it's finished

I don't feel complete.

So where are my friends

in my time of need

Why, I bet they're at work

as if their labor

was not all in futility

We live we work we die

So why shouldn't we stop and breathe

Maybe to play a bit

Oh the workday grind

It is destroying my mind

Tomorrow may not be today

But before I find the weekend

I have to push through one more day