Strained

The work week that just passed-it was overwhelming beyond my strength and I guess I bent. At no other time I have cherished each minute of freedom more than I do today and yet I’m incapable of enjoying it. I have already less than a couple of days left to set up myself straight and go on smiling. But right now I wonder what the point of it all is for that all looks blank from where I stand. Why being a downright human has to be such a burden? I wish someone would bother to explain to me where the moral in that is.