Tomorrow is a slice of heaven’s wake
as night slowly fights its way to day
Sunday is a sabbath fest
with the world finding itself unable to rest
Sometimes we detest the dark
other times I can’t stand the light
but no matter where I am I’m always far
from everything I want to find
Monday is a sanctuary sort
a place of grays that are always sure
Ice lodged beneath Tuesday’s fingernails
leaving the telling of another taller tale
Sometimes we detest the dark
other times I can’t stand the light
but no matter where I am I’m always far
from everything I want to find
Wednesday never saved a soul
with the evening meetings that swear to make us whole
Or Thursday mornings, lieing in wait
tender from another purchase made
Sometimes we detest the dark
other times I can’t stand the light
but no matter where I am I’m always far
from everything I want to find
Friday pushes an end to violence
leading on to that weekend bent
Hung over on Saturday’s dregs
throwing curses back at Sunday’s fence
With the next day always barely in sight
I can hardly ever breathe
With the speed of all the moving
I think I’ve forgotten how to be
so I’ll take a moment, and sink into it
until this mountain becomes a fire
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