That Monday Feeling

She woke up thinking oh no, here we go again
the start of the week and more stress to vent
Back to work after two days off at rest and play
now that Monday morning feeling, hopes it’s a good day

She walks to the bus stop for the hour journey in
sometimes she thinks about jumping off somewhere she’s never been
Or just to keep on walking, maybe to the train station
see where it takes her in his home nation

It’s all the same, day in and day out
nothing with any interest or clout
Life for her has indeed become dull
what else could she do, does she chew over and mull

The world is a big place, she but a speck of dust
so what, she asks again, can she do to stop the rust?
She spends her day daydreaming of change and adventure
where she’s something special, at the heart, at the centre

She knows she’s meant for something special, something more
but she doesn’t know what she’s meant to be at her core
Should she write a book, a poem, make a film or be a musician
or should she just sit at her desk dreaming of that vision

Life she knows is about risk and chance
but she feels trapped in conformity, in that world she wouldn’t last
So she’ll end this Monday feeling eating her ham sandwiches
dreaming of the life that she knows should have been hers

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