Random thoughts on a Monday
I want to stamp this day,
Cos I feel I should just say,
This is yet another day, hey,
Another day that’s not as happy and gay,
Not happy as in think for myself as I lay,
There is love, there is play,
There is everything that I don’t have to pay.
Yet this little evil in me seems to unwind,
Tells me those things which I should mind,
Are not really worth it, so go blind,
All day these thoughts in me grind,
I want goodness with me, to bind,
I will have this day not stamped or signed,
Cos one day, Hope, I shall find.
