She thought it was Friday

She thought it was Friday



it was a strange day
not good not bad
no definition to describe it

i thought it was Friday

it was a strange day
dressed in blue
the hours passed wrapped in ether

and i rambled
mounted on words
and more words

i thought it was Friday

it was a strange day
in chiaroscuro
full of whispers
going around my head
surrounded by mist

i thought it was Friday

it was a strange day
similar to a game within a game

everything was on the other side
sailing in a sea
asphalt and cracks

i thought it was Friday

The rules changed behind the crystals of my dreams

i thought it was Friday