monday morning drag your feet again can you feel it that s the crawling of your skin by wednesday it feels like you can breathe again can you hear it that s the calling of your name don t wait days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months and months turn to years all lost in the cloud the aggregate sum of your hopes and your fears and the rumbling that fills your ears can you hear it that s the future rushing in and out without you stop it before it s too late so easy to overlook my mistakes before it is too late stop it before it s too late so easy to be overcome by mistakes and then it is too late this is the part where i dig in my heels dig my own rut i can feel the appeal a certainty in staying put i don t believe in belief but i need a little something to put me to sleep a subtle reminder that things turn out fine