Sometimes in the morning
I wake up and there’s no dawn and
I find nobody warned me
Of my fate.
I get up with no alarm
And try so hard to remain calm
But in my heart I fear of harm
If I am late.
Yet another Thursday Monday
When I dream of the return of Sunday
And I pray to God that someday, one day
All this will change.
But for now I’m really rushed for Tuesday.
That’s my life, in a very much abused way
Counting minutes till I’m touching Friday
And all my life will rearrange.
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