There is something about Saturdays.
How they let the mind roam free
Romp, Loose and Unrestrained,
Creativity running everywhere,
Past the guarded gates of the week,
Past the well-worn paths
of the dutiful day to day,
Off the well-traveled trails
And deeply into the dark woods.
Places we fear getting lost in during the week,
Anxiously focused as we are,
Accomplishing and Achieving,
Routine matters of hand and mind.
Yet, the heart, though, for the heart,
The paths not taken, Beckon LOUDLY.
That’s the siren’s call, Of Saturday’s Song.