I wake up, its morning, the window pails are covered with frost,
I look up, it’s Monday, I ask myself why I feel so lost,
I settle on the fact that it’s my passion to always come first
I sigh, shake my head and ask what success costs
It wasn’t easy; diligence, hardwork and discipline: is all these a must?

I wake up, its Tuesday, had the same question I had yesterday,
Must I always have a singleness of purpose, a goal every day?
Yes, came the reply, yes and please my son don’t you go astray
Patience is a virtue, needed amidst a world of delay
11 pm, on my bed I lay, with a tiny bit of dismay

I wake up; it’s the 3rd day of the week
I’m still searching, although I know not what I seek
All I know is life should be more than a clock going tick tock tick
‘What I wanted’ was an obsessive mission making me sick
Many answers to my question, why couldn’t I pick?

Thursday it is, vibrant I am, this day will be the best
I feel I have enough strength to withstand any test
I walk head high, everywhere; chin up, with a protruded chest
At the end of the day, I’m back on my bed, my safe haven, my bird’s nest
All the while, while I drift off to sleep, I ask ‘was all my enthusiasm just fake zest?”

It’s Friday, the end of a tough week, opening of the weekend
I’m happy, it’s a chance to relax, time to straighten out the bends
Your laughter, your smile, your everything, I think it’s all pretence
I’m a pessimist some say. Sorry that wasn’t my intent
Friday rolls away, still not a day well spent!

9am. Its Saturday, wow, 5 days gone with the wind
Today will be special, yes I am quite determined
Hour goes after hour, and yet again I have sinned
The sin of expecting too much; this life what does it even mean?
I sleep when all mankind goes to sleep, just like my next of kin.

Sunday, the day God rested from all HIS toil
A day of blessing surely, free of all turmoil
I go about my business, my work on this Earth soil
It’s an ok day I conclude, life is like an aluminum foil
Use it in the right way, or be sure your food will spoil

So in retrospect, I sigh and I look back
7 days of the weeks, all gone, all looks dark
Everyone rushing to ‘God-knows-where’, just following the pack
No one question the destination of the race, wow, all have missed the mark

So today on a great journey I embark
I called today the 8th day, I’m getting rid of all this slack
I look to God, I ask him to please get me back on track
Tired of all this wandering, my fear of attack
I’ll take on each day, with renewed vigor, like how I feel after eating a good snack
Away with all the questions, I thank God I’m back.