We crave for Sunday's
And hate Monday's

Babylonian had created
A schedule of time
But now we lost that track
Now, the days are a blur
Into one and another
And I can't remember
Is it my favourite Sunday
Or another disgusting Monday

I think the clock lost its system
It's ticking turn into reeling
And every day feels like 23rd June

Someone, please stop this zoom
Cause it's fatigue is real,
You know right...?

My hope and this pandemic
Can't live together in peace
So she took off this morning
And said to me
' Call me when this pandemic exit this world'.