Monday Blues
I feel like a drop of water, My true dimensions distorted by pressure Falling, along side all my friends. Clueless about our future. Shall I bring joy to a child's face? Or the torrent that drowns many? Shall I be guarded by an oyster, or Lose my identity, as if I now have any. I know not, but I do my command. Whizzing past my life with such speed. When we would realise our calling, It would be too long to heed.