monday morning ride

There is some sort of commonly beauty
Hidden on the Monday morning ride
A mixture of melancholy of the gone lost weekend

Guilt for the leisure hours
Longing for the rest not quite improved…
With the assurance of a routine day
A week of word ahead

And where did the weekend go?
No more free time to wonder off

The routine dictates decisions
Otherwise hard to make by your own
Gratis are hours of the weekend
Freedom burns like in-jail
although
with you so far-away

Monday morning ride
Back to work
to the known life

Its certainty gives it
A typical-coffee-early-like
Crisp-linen-white shirt clean
Taste
Again
to i miss...
& you know?

A long flight metallic bird
away from here
And some & many mysteries
will be unveiled or not…

but as Pliny the Elder (23 AD - 79 AD) long ago said:
“In these matters the only certainty is that nothing is certain.”

A good working week ahead
I need to concentrate and work
And I pretty much
Can’t…

more silly and yet confused woman portrayed