Monday Morning Blues
Tepid water cascading down my back
Weary eyes also searching for release
My hands wandering the contours of my frame
As soap gathers, as a crowd around my feet
My morning, just now starting, I’m awake
Yet, my minds thoughts are far from my head
As water sprays and soap cleanses my skin
I still wish to be in my warm comfy bed
I am not looking forward to this new day ahead
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