Saturday

Oh how I love me my Saturdays
When I would wake up my heart would run away
To the distant land I would travel to each Saturday
And the bustling city never disturbed my mind
On my smooth ride to Saturday time
Where 9ths and 13ths aren’t just numbers but natural highs
And once I arrived I would change face
Because this was the true start of my Saturday
When I would open the box of my life
And take my heart and soul out to play
I never would want the end of Saturday
And the others would join in perfect rhythm
To give their perspective on their day
And together we would make what so many people
Don’t, won’t, and simply can’t appreciate
To think a Saturday was the day I met the other love of my life
And now we share every Saturday together making life as real
And music unknown to what anyone could feel
Yea, I still love me my Saturdays
Without them life just wouldn’t be the same