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Thank God it’s a Friday

I live for these moments of blissful respite
After a long week of labour,
A week well done, even exhausting
When my tie is loosened
And the world doesn’t have me by the throat

The shady downtown bar beckons
Stifling the rush and the stress—
A shared bottle, maybe a bowl of ramen,
Inconsequential dialogues and maybe some shared sighs.

I define life by these rare moments
A transitory oasis after days in the desert
And we live to do it over again—

Sisyphus always finds his rock.