Waking up I wonder where another week has gone. Time moves so fast these days and they say it just goes faster and faster the older you get. Warp speed I'd say. Seems I just recover from the "Monday, Monday, Can't Trust That Day Blah Blah Blues" and its Sunday night again. I try to hold onto the time and pin it to the wall, but it always slips away and becomes Tuesday then Wednesay then another week and another and then another month, another year. Who decided this system was the best way to exist??I try to be in the "Now" but the now slips into the past and the future comes on and on and on. Oh, but it doesn't seem to matter. It is Monday afterall, time to start again. That is the good thing about Mondays afterall, a fresh new week begins and what we do with it, is always up to us. Monday, Monday, maybe I can trust that day.
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