From Friday to Saturday

I'm thinking its just another day that makes no difference in the collection of years of life
I'm not trying to pretend that I'm waiting on a grand change
I'm just here living practicing my breathing

am I ready to make up my mind if yesterday is something to remember?
am I ready to tell the world how much i feel out of place?
am I ready to practice my breathing?

this is what i can't see
this is what i can't express in words
this is what i can't express in pictures

let me try to just be here and count today in normalcy
let me try to just be here and try to be conscious in the moment before its gone
let me try to not count the breaths i take

I'm just trying to sound convincing with words thrown together to sound beautiful
I'm just pretending something is worth saying
I'm just hoping i find something worth doing for the rest of my life

not to panic
not to make anyone fear I'm in some form of crisis
i just need something more solid to hold onto
something more than watching my breath escaping
something to move me from Friday to Saturday