I’m on bended knee, looking at the weekend…
Two days like any other, yet expectations so high…
Hoping for a break, a little rest, a different pace…
Somewhat so, somewhat so, some otherwise more the same, by choice really…
Same pressures, same pause, same joy, all really there,
if only we make room…in our minds, hearts, both, tied up and twisted and searching for calm, understanding, inspiration, something more…
On bended knee, on bended knee.
