when broken feels like whole
at 3am in a taxi stand
it's monday... there's never any taxis out on monday but i wait here anyway. waiting for daylight, for tuesday, for a second chance though i feel it only fair to say i am currently on my fifth second chance this week... it's monday.
though not through blood but sympathy
Rome wasnt built in a day but it near brought me to ruin in one night. the poverty of my self - defence has mocked me ever since... where is God on mondays?
reluctant to smile
for fear it be misinterpreted
i sit here trying to reconcile God and mondays, second chances and 3am while casually waving a cigarette like some bored star signing an autograph for their (5000th) biggest fan
when broken feels like whole on Godless mondays...