Monday Morning Blues
Rolled to my right side, reached for my life line,
dismissed my wake-up call, and closed my eyes.
It's Monday and the first of the month.
I took a glance at the time and realized every moment
I lay still, is a minute closer to the end.
Restless, I start to move knowing I have great
adventure to uncover today.
People to meet places to go, money to be made
and dreams to live.
No day is a good day to lay still,
and wait for opportunity to wrestle with you.
But never on a Monday, and it's a sin
on the first of the month.
So Lord when feet hit that floor please keep
all stillness out my path today.
Let me fight for productivity
like money up in flames, just at arms reach.
And above all Lord, let me look good doing it Amen.
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