a sad poem

ahh, weekend how i'd waited for thee
your coming filled me with utter glee
from the thesis and research can't flee
no time to be me, no time to live free

i felt like i was in class 6 again.. writing poems such as this.. but the going of the weekend is still anticipated with the same loss of hope and longing, after a weekend that's been alternately relaxing, resting, cleansing, and yet unfulfilling too.