Where Did My Weekends Go?

Forgot my sunglasses, it's way too bright

Struggling with this chair, it's a losing fight

Parents cheer like it's the pros in town

But we’re all headed for office crowds

Sunburnt faces, longing for escape

Trading trophies for paper and tape

Every whistle’s a dollar spent

Got dreams of Messi in my head

But coaches cash the compliment

While the bleachers feel like a thread

Where did my weekends go?

Who’s got the shooters—does anybody know?

Wrong jersey, someone’s out of place

Why do we pay for second-rate chase?

Be like Messi, but we’re slow

Just searching for a weekend glow

Mom says ‘You’ll learn, just give it time’

But I can’t fold this chair, think I lost my mind

Parents shouting louder than the goals

Every loss written in their scrolled notes

Yet my teammates laugh, our hopes in tow

Trading snacks for a score we’ll never show

Every whistle’s a dollar spent

Got dreams of Messi in my head

But coaches cash the compliment

While the bleachers feel like a thread

Where did my weekends go?

Who’s got the shooters—does anybody know?

Wrong jersey, someone’s out of place

Why do we pay for second-rate chase?

Be like Messi, but we’re slow

Just searching for a weekend glow

Crushed grass stains on my knees

Office visions haunt me like a tease

The future’s cubicles, fluorescent lights

But I’ll chase street dreams on sleepless nights

If Messi made it, maybe so can I

While parents argue on the sidelines nearby

Where did my weekends go?

Who’s got the shooters—does anybody know?

Wrong jersey, someone’s out of place

Why do we pay for second-rate chase?

Be like Messi, but we’re slow

Just searching for a weekend glowMaybe someday the chair will unfold

Maybe someday I'll wear gold

But for now, let the sunshine hold