Mondays are just young Fridays

Too many questions,
day after day after day.
Plans and purpose
often uncertain, perhaps
there’s a better way?
Doubt routinely surfaces,
catching in the corner
of your mind. Could this
be the someday you
choose to make it happen,
or the one where you
simply can’t decide?
You know logic
doesn’t always apply.
One day you’ll ask
the right questions,
without questioning
the reasons why?

11/05/2018                                          j.g.l.

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