Friday Night

That's what I always say,

Use it as often as I use my own name,

I use it to survive this cruel game.

It's all become an endless routine,

Less hopeful I have never been,

To find the piece that makes me whole,

To find a partner for my soul.

Always the same, a shower and shave,

Remind myself how the night will behave,

It's been a while since one's gone my way,

And it's times like this you'd know what I'd say.

I prepare for a night where dreams come true,

But in this day and age those occasions are few,

Yet still I leave my room and turn off the light,

And head out for another, Friday night.