Mondays

Freedom, a word that incites feelings of liberation.
We live in a free world they say,
so why does it feel like incarceration?

Dragging yourself out of bed before your body is rested,
Driving to work, roads overly congested.

Nothing feels natural, spending hours of your day,
working for a 'Boss', and doing what they say.

Performing a mundane routine, a cog in the Motor,
Just relentlessly turning, an aging rotor.

Passion-less destruction of an ambitious soul,
Slipping and sliding into the blackest of holes.

God i hate mondays!