In Haste

No time for me, for the love ones, for friends.

All the time in a hurry.

I try to cheat the night, I try to cheat my mind, everything seems to turn upside down.

The week seems to be longer, my weekends are gone, I sleep the whole Sunday, to wake up Monday morning and rush to work.

Oh, sweet November- how I yearn for You to come, though I hate Your tears and moods that streap the world of its colours to leave the sheer nudity.

But You will bring back my weekends!!!

The weddings are killing me!

Just the shouting of a desperate :)