Monday morning isn’t blue, it’s white.
The little white pill on my desk,
Mocking me; take me, spit me out, who cares.
My senses are dull, my thoughts slow,
This is before the pill kicks in.
Miserable existence, but not the end.
We fight on, this is just imbalance,
It’ll pass, support is there.
If I ever learn how to ask.