Mar 12, 2009 16:07
Razor burned and showered
Another day in worn jeans
Shoes squeaking cheap with every
step. A heart beats with every
breath.
It's supposedly different,
This day, but the only difference that I can see
is the name we chose to place,
Monday is like a step mother,
Tuesday like a brunch,
Wednesday is a hill, a hump
Thursday, the calm before the storm
Friday and Saturday? Partners in
crime. Sunday we
rest.
I need a change from this
crane game of life,
Come down on me and lift me up,
As soon as we hit the top
I'll fall, back into my pit of redundancy
Hating my Monday and missing the point.