A longing deep within, so ready to break,
Thursday rolls around, a beacon in the night,
For nothing matters but the weekend's delight.
With each passing hour, the anticipation grows,
The thought of freedom from routines and woes,
On Thursday's doorstep, I can almost taste the bliss,
Where worries fade away and happiness exists.
The weekend's siren call, I simply can't resist,
It's like a magnet pulling, a joyful tryst,
From Friday's first embrace till Sunday's gentle close,
Nothing matters but the weekend's repose.
Let the world keep spinning in its hectic race,
I've got my ticket booked for a serene space,
Where time unravels, worries take a flight,
And life unfolds in colors oh-so-bright.
With Thursday as the prelude to this grand escape,
I'll dance and laugh and let my spirit shape,
For nothing matters but the weekend's thrill,
A Thursday's dream, a promise to fulfill.