A Monday that feels like a Sunday
with Tuesday looming in sight
that I can't grasp at the moment

You see I've a million things to say
Now now now
now

now
now
!

But day after day
night after night and the seconds that follow,
its a nameless, shameless milieu that I can't even find a euphemism for,
for going around in circles, fading back into my black chair
tapping against the black keyboard
thinking that never gets anywhere

I do wonder where do thoughts go to
if there's some sort of heaven where digested thoughts go to,
or maybe there is a hell
or there's some kind of recycling protocol

I do hope one day
we both realise we make up
too many excuses

for our actual inadequacies for how we put us on hold
in such a pathetic manner