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.

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