Just another Friday in March

Today when by with nothing much and nothing at all,
Another day passing by with nothing to show.
I woke and I slept and I woke and I slept,
Being tugged nauseously back and forth
Like a rope in a war of tug-of-war.

People came and people went
Few lingered and said hi,
Other just merely pass me by.
None of whom really mattered,
just tiny specks in an empty white washed mind.

Funny how comfortable one gets to some
To an extend where comfort and dependence becomes a blur
With none that matters being around
Having lunch alone is dreadful so might as well not eat at all
For dinner will come surely like the sting after a fall.

So finally, in my company at 7 in the evening
A big Mac, some fries, with nuggets and ice tea,
Accompanied by a combination of barbeque sauce, mayo and chilly,
A dinner that filled the stomach,
But not the empty nothingness of another Friday in March.