Yet Another Thursday Monday
Sometimes in the morningI wake up and there’s no dawn andI find nobody warned meOf my fate.I get up with no alarmAnd try so hard to remain calmBut in my heart I fear of harmIf I am late.
Yet another Thursday MondayWhen I dream of the return of SundayAnd I pray to God that someday, one dayAll this will change.But for now I’m really rushed for Tuesday.That’s my life, in a very much abused wayCounting minutes till I’m touching FridayAnd all my life will rearrange.




























