Mundane

Morph No. 2 (Cloud) Jo Ann Callis

Mundane, baby, my life is a Monday, baby.

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Forever waiting for the four days that follow

And while I pace

and pace the floor  

The space between my thoughts grows wide

Surely this life is something to be had

but all that I find are musty smells,

and the faint memories of things that have been or could have been

but were somehow lost in between tomorrow's expectations and today’s carefully formulated calculations

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Mundane, baby, my life is a Monday, baby.