Reduction

Monday is the worst of days

Forcing its discipline

Upon us early in the

Morning, reducing

Our option

Streamlining the path

To achievement and

Failure,

You cannot be creative

Just working catatonic

In the catacombs of

The reptile brain

Worst of Days

Monday is the worst of days

Always filled with hard awakenings

The dream is over, the family drama

Has ended everybody lost

Back to the ordinary life

At work, school, unemployment or

Whatever takes you through the week

The human illusion is so vibrant

What we have to do or not to do

Just a few feet away another

Parallel world awaits us

Patiently

Fear

Fear is a strong feeling

It rules your life

Your daily routine

Always prepared for aggression

Your shoulders up

Expecting a hit

Anyone will take from you what you have

Do not sleep

Be prepared

For disaster

Ice on glas

Monday is the worst of day

All the illusions gone

Just a cold frozen landscape

Promising a long work week

Changes makes people

Uncomfortable and bad tempered

Now we are here

The first Monday in December

Slowly adapting us to a passive

Acceptance

Sleep

Trying to stay awake

Falling asleep all the time

Want to sleep for a long time

Until I know that there are things to hope for