Day 263: Man on a Saturday

Sometimes the obvious things are about the days and hours, neither counting them or memorizing them or writing about them. They are not about finding oddities in the obvious and expected but finding a new perspective. Man on a Saturday is a self-story about this man who moves between one weekend to the other. He is a friend to a few, a guide to so many and probably sometimes just a warm hug on loan somewhere that you miss. Whether it is the emptiness of the house that calls to you, whether it is getting lost in the middle of the night, or looking for some warmth when you need it. Some songs are born out of a simple wish and some perfect writings from the unexpected places, as the man on a Saturday he delivers even if a little late.

Man on a Saturday
So I was told nothing more on a Saturday
Neither dreams of dreamers in the middle of the day
Some who are writing past their hours tonight
Who are chasing inspired pieces beside a candle light

So I sit with a pen and just my thoughts
Waiting for recollections of my days & things it brought
Brighter sunshine that writes itself to a winter day
I was writing of simple things this passing Saturday

So the man on a Saturday, he remains in plain sight
He clocks in and clocks out and yet he finds himself in overtime
The puzzle makers diaries they draw me a map
The ones we have forgotten somehow, the ones we already had

Why write about the obvious you may ask
Why not fight with the best chances you have?
For sometimes the best of my writings on any other day
Are nothing more than your thoughts arranged someways

These quiet pieces; that find themselves lonely at best
As the Man on a Saturday, he closes his eyes as you find rest