knocking at your door are the Monday morning blues
when one needs to reluctantly dig into the formal shoes
and stall the dreams of going on a quaint cruise
we wish to constantly hit the alarm to snooze
alas there isn't such an option to choose
rather one has to rack his brains and put it to use
whilst constantly bearing the brunt and abuse
as the day nears an end you pick up a bottle of booze
to numb your senses and soothe the indelible bruise
thus keeps on moving a life that seems highly abstruse
making you at times wonder - "why did all this i choose ?"