That Monday should be the day
As all days sometimes have to be
When the sunlight and the fly
Are encouraged to co-exist
Or that this day, or that day
Could be any other day
With the breeze through the trees
Making its own way, independently
That the dream should be so clear
You know, to be totally remembered
In one fell swoop
At least that is how it somehow seems
Of course many corrections had to be made
For who knows what past associations
Our dreams may, or may not, represent
Besides our life mistakes along the way
That Monday should be the day
For the conscious, and the sub-conscious
To fully arrive, within their integration
From the stocks complete with their chattels
Or, for that matter, that this day
Much indeed as any, or many others
Begins
With a few moments of our own forgiveness
