I should hate Mondays.
A day so promising looking dead set to end otherwise.
I suppose I should look for the silver lining
My day’s seemed right down in the gutter
But its a matter of perspectives
I am here instead of somewhere else
I am a nobody instead of a somebody
(With a permanent crosshair no matter which shirt they wear)
I am penniless instead of having to care for the pockets of many
I am listless instead of a husk, lifeless
I am troublesome instead of burdensome
I am clueless instead of blameless
I am instead of am not
Monday is just a day thus
Like any other
To care, to atone, to love
To live, another fine day...