Mondays
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On a monday
When the rain decides to sing my name
and the sun rides away
I'll be waiting for you again
Craving a simple glance
Thirsting for the slightest Hello or Goodbye
I stand waiting
Fridays mornings bring hope and rejoicing at the thought of the end,
Of release from the various prisons that hold you,
Dear Aunt Cathy, this was my day
It started in an unusual way
My alarm rang, it screamed and it blared
Nobody else in my family cared
It was my own job to shut off that thing
Breezes of the wind, I feel it
Massaging my scalp, tranquil I feel..
My mind, my heart, my conscious, all one
I feel like souring, my soul, my guide
Spreading the wings of my entity, falling to the mercy of destiny
One day is a dancing Gypsy
all tinkling bengals
and swirling rainbows.
The next is a starving dire wolf
icy grey, its
bloody teeth bared.
I've heard I am not a land mine,
I’m sound asleep
My fleece blankets swallowing me in their cuddly softness
All of a sudden my alarm clock shrills to life
