Even if you never notice the glaringly obvious
those things don't go away.

Like Tuesday,
I try to sleep on, but Monday has gone and left in its wake,
one more day to break me
one more day that makes it so glaringly obvious that time doesn't die it just lays there in waiting to catch me,

tick
tock
knock, knock,
I know who's there.

funny thing about time is,
we leave it behind to move on and then find it got here before us.

If only we could start at the end of it
work our way back through it
that would be so
much easier,

but we can't
So we plod on
Tuesday will be gone
and that's glaringly
obvious
to me.

Dear Santa
at Christmas you'll be
as jolly as jolly
but we have to work
for a living
so be less jolly when giving
and we'll get along
real fine.