Time Flies on Saturday night,
My Sunday is filled with 'hangover' memory of the last night.
The best I can remember is last dance or drink,
but all have passed in a blink.
It's been a ritual for many months & years,
but nothing has changed with my beers.
Nor with New Year Resolutions, Neither with head throbbing pain,
Yet one more weekend has passed again.
It's the story of every millennial, living the life of drain.
Time flies and Monday comes again.
The weekend had gone down the drain,
Time flew and Monday came again.
Another short one to fill in some hope for the lost weekend, it's never the end, it's always a new beginning.
It's hard to start a Monday,
with all the memories of Sunday.
Yet we have to fly,
to reach a new high.
Hope your next weekend doesn't fly,
Motivation keeps you full week high.