Monday

Do you live a "Monday" every week?

Too many to count.

The amount of Mondays you tune out.

You would rather sleep, without a doubt.

Just a bad day all throughout.

But what are you supposed to do?

In life you do things you don't want to.

So the Monday ensues.

Just another hell to walk through.

You need a good job is what they say.

You dream of the weekend to get you through the day.

Two more days of happiness if you get your way.

But you continue to throw your life away.

Maybe you should be happy instead.

You have a roof over your head.

And you're well fed.

But you're crying inside your own head.

Just keep on buying new things.

A New TV and diamond ring.

Just keep singing in the emptiness.

That all these items bring.

Your life can be bought and sold.

You thought you grew up but you grew old.

You never tried to break the mould.

The most boring story ever told.

Another Monday passed.

That one went by really fast.

But I hope you're up for the task.

Of a thousand more Mondays for you to last.

Author's Note

My first poem, I don't plan to write more but I thought I would share it anyway.