Felt off when I awoke to the morning sunlight

a beautiful reality outside my window frame

couldn’t shake the vibe in my mind I might

forget another day, today not the same.

 

Trying to piece together wherever emotions lay,

what is it I am imagining, what is my rewind.

I have scared written all over my insides today

though if you ask me, you’ll pick apart my mind.

 

If I could map about the progress of a projection

without ever having to experience its method

perhaps then would live far less rejection,

the spirit of our beauty not perceived a facade.

 

I don’t particularly like these Monday blues,

leave me feeling such scathing personal reviews.

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© Thom Amundsen 3/2021