Monday Mourning

Only seven minutes
To write my verse
Before the train arrives
Four hundred twenty seconds
To tell
Why there's no sparkle in my eyes
For Monday mourning
Just for once
Is not a state of mind
But tumbling empty feelings
To which
I was often blind
Monday, Monday mourning
Has caught me out
Today
Off the edge of the precipice
Seems the only way
Now the train is
Tumbling too
Towards me down the track
Wish history would lie
To me
When i stop and just look back