Sunday
Sunday work again, pen moves but I can’t
Rest at home taken by work I carry alone
Back then dragonflies in the sky with friends
Running free, no work, no weight, just time
Now that sky feels far away from me
I won’t give up, I’ll try again tomorrow
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