The Week That Was Not - Different

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Saturday is to sleep dead, Sunday early to bed,
Monday is the day to work, Tuesday to pray to God,
Wednesday does a balancing act, Thursday to turn the track,
Friday is to see the sun-rise, work a little, wipe the cries..

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Days in a week, is a count of seven,
the same boring cycle repeats in a fashion round robbin,
Monday reminds hell while Friday is heaven...
make a mistake, its never forgiven..

Life seems puzzled, time seems stolen,
Fun became a baked cake, ice-hard frozen,
trying it mid -week is considered ill-humane,

Spirituality expects to enjoy every moment each day,
businesses demands more of you to stay,
Lost in the thought whom to listen, what to say,
mind keep searching for the path, the way

Calender on walls go missing since Jan,
Outlook invites then pinches like thorns,
Length of day itself now varies,
ends with a value: good, ok, scary...

Pre-defined tasks have taken the front seat,
"Randomness" has no place, not even as a cheat,
Life once called a bed of roses,
is still at the same place, all we did is to wrap it with a blank-sheet...