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.
© Thom Amundsen 3/2021
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