Friday night revisited (Sat morning solitude)

no time to be rich
or save up on lies
sun beams in refracts
last night from my eyes

too detailed tasks
or siphoned glory
class action directions
to stifling for me

once a wise choice
or a hasty action
my rush to move on
now cloaked confusion

no time to be me
or get to what's true
every once of energy
tinged with dark heavy blue

a change to be made
or stay on the track
if life were easy there'd
be no need to look back