The Lost Weekend

He celebrates on mountains
And swims in the valleys
He dances on rooftops
But drowns in the alleys

He remembers the view
But forgets what’s below
He envisions what could be
But he struggles to know

It’s an unsolvable puzzle:
He sees me in this dream
As I trip on fractured pieces
During my weekend routine

It’s always half-full
When it’s going down
Yet, it’s only half-empty
Waking nowhere midtown

I struggle to celebrate
During the dawning hour
About to lose another week
Like the two days prior

He’s back once again
Feeling quite complete
Celebrating the moment
Or is it, my defeat?