Face me foggy Monday sunrise, lean proud against your white backdrop, clouds dropping to kiss the thirsty earth.
Face me foggy Monday sunrise, all crustyeyed and forlorn. I didn’t want to hear that beep, I had just fallen into sleeping, forgetting why I needed that alarm.
Dreams of missing it, missing this Monday haunted me all of Sunday.
I face you foggy Monday morning with your demands and long day.
Damn your hysteria, damn the intrusive Sunday night, Monday thoughts.
To hell with it all, I’ll face you, push you down until you’re just a memory, a memory that can’t stand in my way any longer.
I’m different now. Foggy Mondays don’t frighten me anymore.