It’s Friday night

Window display downtown Montreal

It’s Friday night 

And, as my usual time arrives

I must bust a journey’s rhyme

For the warrior inside you and me 

That never sways or sleeps

For the gentle fire in our souls 

That always understands what we peep

It’s Friday night 

And, as unusual as it sounds 

I must bust a prophetic sound

For the anxious spirit hidden behind a cloud 

So thick, it weighs ten pounds 

For the timid, unknowing cool fool

Who raves about life

Yet forces itself to drool

Never going after what it wants

Always close, but just not enough 

It's Friday night

And, as midnight takes place

I must write beyond limitations

I must move beyond the shade 

For the thousands out there

Awaiting to win the race

I must write!

I must wake!

I must lead our generation 

To a greater interpretation

Of what this senseless cohabitation

Was purposed in its original Creation

It’s Friday night

And, as surprising as it reads

This is nothing but a mere peek

Into our unimaginable capacity

Written by Animsay