Welcome to Monday
Whistle sounds, alarm beeps
Battle drums, my heart beats
Rising sun, crowing cock
It is here, riddle me
Silent bath, floating thoughts
Towel dry, connected dots
Tucked in shirt, shiny shoes
One quick prayer, banished blues
Speeding cars, crowded trains
Changing lights, fast paced lanes
Blaring horns, jamming doors
Quiet rides, bone-face walks
Smell the air, raise your chin
Butt in chair, eye on screen
A sip of coffee and you know you'll win
Welcome to Monday, you can get through
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