Monday's
Monday rolls around again
Like a boulder being moved in front of the cave
The work week tires me, needlessly
At times into a pit of agony
Dreaming in my cave of a life filled with freedom, filled with liberty, filled with a more authentic and powerful me.
My pen in my hand, i sense this world breathes underneath
That my dreams are a reality
That they are a real part of me
Even if I am the only one who sees
By Tuesday I may have reached and touched
Felt and heard
Seen and understood
Where my dreams meet reality
And it really isn't so far away, this interface
Between my dream place and my reality
I think the only limitation from the two becoming wholly one
Is courage and bravery
Desire and wonder and faith
Going out into the grand market of the world
And finding the things that make me,
Happy
That is enough.