easy like Sunday mornin'.

Sundays are kinda sad
because 
they're the end of the week;
the last moment of blissful lethargy;
the few drops in your coffee;
the very end of your cigarette;
the only cupcake on the table;
the final call for changing your life?

Don't worry.
I know you won't do any of this;
you won't alter anything;
because you're sad
and tired 
and all too old now.

You'll let someone else change it
for you;
or just leave it that way.
Because tomorrow is Monday, right?
And it's a whole new week 
of things
you'll miss
just like you always do.

V.

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