Where I can love me

It's just another day, nothing special, right?
Just another day after another night.
On and on it goes, until the sun hides away,
signalling the end of another boring day.

When will it end?
Only at the weekend,
will we realise we are not free,
and that we are living the life of who we are not meant to be.

I imagine a life so different from mine,
a life which takes place in a different time.
Just take me away and set me free,
let me find a place where I can love me.