I look outside and see a world,
A place filled with people, places, and things,
A place where darkness and light befall the same corners,
A place where life is lived and where life ceases to live,
A place that is characterized by individuals not cliques,
   A place that forms its own culture,
A place that doesn’t apologize for itself,
A place filled with clichés,
A place with tragic memories and glorious memories,
A place that makes mistakes,
A place that has its own definition of dreams,
A place filled with love,
A place filled with hate,
A place where classes live simultaneously,
A place that never sleeps,
I wouldn’t have it any other way

Each Monday we wake up with that groggy, annoyed feeling,
“UGH IS IT ALREADY MONDAY?!”
Time to take a shower and scrub the sins of the weekend off,
Time to grab an overpriced coffee at the cute, but somewhat annoying coffee shop,
Time to settle in at my desk chair and contemplate the many emails I ignored,
“Is it a good time to send that girl a text from the weekend?”
“Is it a good time to say sorry to my friend for ******* in his armchair?”
No not yet, wait till Tuesday for that one
order a piece of pizza and think that’ll solve some things,
Low and behold, still hungry!
It’s 3 pm and still have 2 more hours to go,
“how am I going to get through this day?”
All of a sudden, hear some light music in the office next door,
ears perk up,
2-day hangover subsides,
stomach suddenly feels more full,
craving for a cigarette goes away,
look at yourself in the mirror,
Suddenly that Monday face looks like a Wednesday face,
Oh Monday music, you are a savior