Of the seven beautiful days
why do I feel like writing about this one miserable day?
In a dependable perpetuity of conviction
of that brief moment of doubt?
In that wish to stay forever
of that one jiffy when I want to escape?
When I arbitrate most harshly as the heart pounds loud, questioning itself
but the ifs and buts stand no chance
for the morning must take care of this monster
Happy Monday Morning:-)
I just had my dose of the Monday blues.. :-)
