Within a Sky Full of Earth

HARD

On these mondays I can never be.
I can never exist. I can never happen.
These mondays. Could also be the days after.
Those days are blue days.
Not as a blue sky. Or the sun.
But the echos. The remains.
The emptiness.
Can never make it real. I mean.
Real life real.

On these mondays solely.
Probably on everyday.
Maybe forever.
I could never be.
I could never happen.