Today I decide to spend
one-seventh of my life
on Mondays
half at night
waiting for daylight moments
deeply concentrating
meditating for something better
better than what is given
I at least want what the children
next door to me take for granted
G-d gives
even though their ways be slanted
their tounges do damage
in mother earths forest I'm stranded
while I try to give G-d His fear
pressure from my peers turning my coals into diamonds
Its hard to keep my eye on my enemies and on Zion
and on Orion
and keep trying
to mix with those who claim 5%
when they come my way
trust no one
peek while I pray
on the darker side of Mondays
during the half that I wait for sunrays
as I meditate one-seventh of my life away
G-d forgive
I can't seem to
concentrate.
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