Repetition

Another week, another morning The same old thing, Going once more to work Reinventing the spork.

What is that bland new feeling
Waking up inside of me,
The first hours of Monday,
Without losing my way
to do the right actions,
without the mentions,
acting the passions,
changing the mansions
inside my mind.

Quite loud, inside my mind,
do not leave no one behind,
even if it is not what you seek
this very first day of the week,
weep and rise once more
no sore Dumbledore,
the Earth's very core,
very berry, merry, marry
the girl, the swirl, the light
behind her eyes, the fries
the fast food in the woods,
the 'maybe I should' goods,
good man, same lifespan
the quiet morning rising to life
forgetting the butcher's knife,
the you and me green light
what a glorious sight.

Day after day
with nothing to say,
nothing to see,
just let me be.

The time, atrocious,
is leaving us
through the cracks
of the rising sun.
Get the hang
of the Big Bang,
Big Ben, big bun,
so much fun.

Come on!