It’s Monday,
again.
Another day where I can push restart,
again.
On every Sunday I promise to myself,
Tomorrow will be different,
and I will do this and that,
but, let’s be honest,
I never do.
It’s Monday,
again.
And I’ll do the things I promised not to do,
again.
The things that I promised to myself
On every Sunday not to do them.
It’s Monday,
again.
It’s the flip of a coin.
Will I keep my promise to do
or not to?
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What will you do this Monday? Same things as you did last week? Or you'll try to take a step forward?
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