' It is monday '...
The worst day of the week..
This emergence into dreaming..
The dream of freedom only lasts two days..
When you have become old, like myself,
days have no power upon mind..
The idea of time becomes that which exists within hours..
This eighty years of dreaming becomes a comedy of errors..
I speak in paragraphs and therefore will not make you suffer more...
Posted by thomas meehan