Snippet of my brother you may not know.

Friday Nights

When the fun and games end

When the shouts and laughter stop

And all the sunshine across the land

Goes off with a pop

That's where the pressure wears off

That's where the masks peel away

For now there's peace up in my loft

And that's what ends my day

So off I go with a hum on my lips

A tune stuck in my head

As drips and drops trickle down my hips

I ponder what lies ahead

Is it work, is it play, is it just the same?

Fun-filled or dreaded or simply lame?

A chance to make up for the time all gone

Or is it gonna be just plain wrong?

But heck why should I even care

Thank God it's Friday time to slack

All that's left is just "sleep tight!"

Now that's what I call a Friday night.

RAD.