Week Number Six

Week Number 6 Perhaps the most eccentric of all weeks Week 5 worries too much Week 7 doesn’t worry enough Hopefully this week will pass Is it forgetful? No Death in his left corner gives me a smile He’s been waiting for the end of this week for a while Bam! The chaos starts The Earth rumbles fiercely Who am I to pick apart week number six? Gods and godesses tie my noose The rope swings loosely Perhaps if I was shocked? Uninterrupted hesitation reeks the air Blind faith moves the tides If only I had cancer Some great disease Does this really need to be understood? Unmarked beauty, Untamed madness All within the week number six You don’t need to be happy Nor do you need to exist Entrapped in the mist Of week number six And in all my glory In all my failure as well Do I blame the rain when it falls on me? No It falls because I let it All within the power I don’t have So much confidence In week number six Do the stars blind you? Is it great to feel loved? Sit on a bench in the park Feel the wind across your hair Realize there is nothing to be observed Realize there is nothing that can be fixed In week number six