Thursday

There can be no maybe

for the strong

nor for the weak

Maybe perhaps has caused me to hesitate?

No Friday

No tomorrow

No time left to borrow

No Friday

No tomorrow

Your silence, my sorrow

A queen of worries,

my doubts and insecurities

drawn like moths to flame, or so itseems

They eat at my face as

I fear them, the traces

Time for a decision

No

No Friday,

no tomorrow

No time left to borrow

No Friday,

no tomorrow

Your silence, my sorrow

I set an ultimatum

Out with the doubts or in with the flames

Today, no, tomorrow

I guess we’ll just wait and see

Maybe

Time for a decision

No Friday,

no tomorrow

No time left to borrow

No Friday,

no tomorrow

Your silence, my sorrow