Monday's

Monday rolls around again 

Like a boulder being moved in front of the cave 

The work week tires me, needlessly

At times into a pit of agony

Dreaming in my cave of a life filled with freedom, filled with liberty, filled with a more authentic and powerful me. 

My pen in my hand, i sense this world breathes underneath 

That my dreams are a reality 

That they are a real part of me 

Even if I am the only one who sees 

By Tuesday I may have reached and touched 

Felt and heard 

Seen and understood 

Where my dreams meet reality 

And it really isn't so far away, this interface 

Between my dream place and my reality

I think the only limitation from the two becoming wholly one 

Is courage and bravery 

Desire and wonder and faith

Going out into the grand market of the world 

And finding the things that make me, 

Happy 

That is enough.