Days

Sundays are blue Monday's the start The week be the cord, Months are full The sun gazes at earth, mother moons duel Sitting right but standing wrong Left the door open And the windows closed A day gone, a moment to long Junes cold but July coldest I took a wrong turn, that be the greatest Life's cold, so are you Mountains are high, The sky be blue People move so do i, Who and what? They ask, i guess nobody has a clue!