Monday, they call it
But mine will not be boring
The perfect excuse to make a new start
Speak out from my Guts, start the fire spark
Flat’s a mess, hair’s frizzy and can’t find my keys
I love the War zone where I shall plant my tree.
Weekend chaos mimics the Big Bang
Energy flowing -it’s body-soul mis match
Because this week my World will change
I blow a kiss to the mirror
Don’t I love this place!
I’ll fix it as it breaks
Because there is such thing as Fate
And it’s smiling at my Face!
