it's wednesday again
that middle day they talk about
i forgot how it can feel
when tuesday's still beginning
and thursday's almost done
wednesday just is
the joys of weekends past
the hopes of coming fun
lie buried with the dawning
of a day to just get over
but as i lift my head
shake off the troubled sleep
i remind myself again
that wednesdays do not last
my choice to overcome
to lean in hard to arms
that never will let go
each wednesday and forever
that middle day they talk about
i forgot how it can feel
when tuesday's still beginning
and thursday's almost done
wednesday just is
the joys of weekends past
the hopes of coming fun
lie buried with the dawning
of a day to just get over
but as i lift my head
shake off the troubled sleep
i remind myself again
that wednesdays do not last
my choice to overcome
to lean in hard to arms
that never will let go
each wednesday and forever
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