Because we were having too much of a blast,
A blur of swimming, sleeping, and eating,
That went on repeating,
For so blissfully long,
As much as the drool that covered my entire face, each time I woke up from power naps that went on for far too long,
Why do the weekends fly by so fast?
Why can't good things actually last?
I'm truly feeling the blues this Sunday,
And I just don't want to wake up to yet another Monday,
Mentally scheduling activities for the next weekend already,
For I'm just not ready,
To trudge into yet another Monday,
I'm so sad to reach the end of a Sunday,
The weekend flew by too fast,
Because we were having too much of a blast.
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