Somewhere orbiting Saturn…

Those days that are sunny are my favorite/

The mundane days that follow seem to drag on for forever/

By today I’m too tired to function and I’m already growing weary of the next day to come/

The thought of tomorrow roars like the god of thunder himself with the frightening crash of light that is soon to follow/

I made it to the end, and now I’m looking up to the sky in hopes that there is some sort of planetary alignment to help explain it all/

I look up on those sunny days and the sky shines rings of light like Saturn/

I’m dazed. I am dazed/

I’m weak. I am weak/ 

I’ve grown weak and dazed from the ins and outs of these week days/

I’m weak and I’m dazed/