weekends
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Breezes of the wind, I feel it
Massaging my scalp, tranquil I feel..
My mind, my heart, my conscious, all one
I feel like souring, my soul, my guide
Spreading the wings of my entity, falling to the mercy of destiny
JC: When darkness seems to take you on, and waters rush, and the storms brew strong:
The world is supposed to be this way.
Don’t be discouraged.
Don’t fall astray.
I own my daysWeekdays? I got this. I succeed.But it's on Saturday and Sunday that I feedMy soul.I do what makes me happy.I live my life the right way, but my wayWhen I do chores, it's still play
The weekend seemed so far away
It almost felt like the week would stay
It’s finally here,
So let’s give a cheer,
I’ll make through the academic year!
I am up stil lawake
I don't do anything
So I have no reason to still be up the late
Maybe I'll grab something to eat
But usually I just wait
The best part is when I sleep
