sunday

i guess life is just not smiling at me like it used to be.
maybe i have done something wrong, or maybe my dreams
compensate the disasters to reality.
i try to escape life by being somebody else.
everyday, i see the same faces, the same tress, the same flowers, and the same people.. why should tomorrow be any diffrent from today?
why can it be sunday everyday.
everyday, i wonder, why life stares at me this way.
why should the stars lose their luster, just because the sun is up?
i cannot follow you from monday through saturday.
only in sunday do the stars shine, and are calmy rested above the sea of heaven.
every sunday, i pray that you remember me in your nightmares, in the hard times and in the lonely nights every sunday.
God created light on this day.. and you shine bright in the sea of darkness.
my dreams begin on sunday.. and when i wake up, it is only then that my nightmares begin.