I have tasted the bitterness of the Monday blues,
The ones that grip their sourness in the most magnificent of hues
A soul too lethargic to wake up, a mirror that screams the messiness at its peak
A tired spirit, a heart that wants to sleep.

I drag my messy head to perform the mundanity of everyday chores
In all I do, time runs slower than a tortoise when one in their baffling stance wants to flee in their core.
The clock ticks 6 o'clock as I pack my bags, ready to leave,
Monday winks its brutal smile at me. What a fallacy of work-life balance it is to believe.

Tireless arms striving towards excellence, endurance in its beauty comes to play 
Tuesday performs like a cameo in the life's prophecy, where one does less than one says.

Wednesday hits like a whirlwind, the pivotal stance that marks the quintessential halfway end
Reminding us that we have socks to pull up, unsent emails to send
Wednesday is a trailer of good old Fridays, the one that teases us with a glimpse of what is about to come
TGI Friday's and unwinding with Netflix and chill, a vision so ephemeral that it echoes in its quiet conundrums.

We live in this messy ride called life, where the game of pretence embraces our name
Where we shatter every morsel of ourselves at night, yet in the morning, our smiles remain the same 
So here is a Wednesday reminder, to be gentler with yourself and let kindness spread in the radiant glee 
Hold your head high, because my darling, you are exactly where you are meant to be.

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