monday

every week I wake up with hope in my eyes and faith in my soul as the day passes I try to make Mondays more bearable but why shall I? a subject of God be subjected to discontent in the world afar? built raised developed by humans destroyed gained and sacked by the same but why is that the civilization built by us I'll treats our own emotions ? why is it the order of the society when the expectations have laden us with stress weakness and anxiety but why shall I bear such a clause when the fly wandering lives better on par but why shall I always hope to make it to Friday and why can I never say I'm living , every week I wake up just existing with the mere thoughts that why shall I a subject of God be subjected to discontent in the world afar?