Monday

It's a tiring Monday, for I barely slept at all. My brain's turned to mush while I continue to drone on with endless work and politics. I'm not taking it too well, a little wound up with the added fatigue and mental tiredness from floating thoughts.

Perhaps my fatigue has reached it's prime, and perhaps that's why I always finish in second place in a never ending race.

I will never catch up. I will never conquer. I will never be able to claim my prize... My prize.

I fall back
Taking some slack
Realising the foolishness of defying something that will always be black.

But I lack
With a simple fact
That I probably cannot honour our pact.

I wish I had the knack
Perhaps with some tact
To win all the others, on the same track.

But as I lay now, on the deck
Playing music off the CD rack
Or maybe I should just hit the sack