Feeling tired now,
Sunday has come to an end,
Monday waits, hungry!
Another Monday,
The fastest day of the week,
It comes so quickly.
Like an inbound wave,
Crashing into the shoreline,
Rushing up the beach.
Tag: rushing
Thursday 28/02/19 Waking
So I closed my eyes,
And then, soon I realised,
I was far away.
Floating up on clouds,
Then riding rushing waters,
To sun bleached beaches.
Where do I get off?
I wish I knew, for too soon,
I wake in my bed.