It may look like all days are Monday
It may look pretty ugly even on Tuesday.
But rest easy bittersweet cake,
Tomorrow is Sunday.

Everyone deserves a break every once in a while.
Everyone thinks of having the sun all day or just for a while.
Everyone thinks of having happy feet that can keep to the beat even if it's just for a while.
Everyone ain't beggars, else, there will be not enough horses for them to ride on, even if it is just for a while.

It's not so bad on weekdays
It smells like work on Wednesday's.
It looks rough, tough, on Thursday's.
Don't get carried away, you get a working lease on Sunday.

Some have no idea about her, Sunday.
Some stay faithful to Mondays.
Some cannot understand the concept of Fridays.
Some still sit to mop on Saturdays.
But to others, Tomorrow is always Sunday.
Not ashamed of the days, they clothe themselves in the blast of her world.
Not familiar to workdays, everyday is a weekend these days.

Stop stressing over Mondays, a strict companion.
Come closer to these peeps you call losers.
You will be pleased to know tomorrow is Sunday.
Every day got their skills, working is not one of her tricks.

Sleep could be her crush but still, pleasure is never enough.
Relax, working soul, come close.
Tomorrow is Sunday.
Don't know about you, stress folks.
Many believe the very old saying -
Sunday is a good day to die...

It may look like all days are Monday
It may look pretty ugly even on Tuesday.
But rest easy bittersweet cake,
Tomorrow is Sunday.

Gwenevierjones Ehimen