You don’t hate Mondays — you hate waking up where your soul didn’t choose to go.
You don’t hate Mondays — you hate the distance between who you are and who you’re allowed to be.
You don’t hate Mondays — you hate leaving your dreams in bed.
You don’t hate Mondays — you hate trading daylight for something that doesn’t love you back.
You don’t hate Mondays — you hate a rhythm that forgot your heart.