Monday
First day of the week,
You drag yourself out of bed.
Beneath you, the floor squeaks,
And you lift up your head.
Walk down the hall,
Clothes in your hand.
Dreams of the beach call,
And you want to be in the sand.
The weekend was fun,
The weather was cool.
But now it’s done,
And it’s time for school.
You finally drag yourself out the door,
But you don’t feel like doing anymore.
