A nice quiet Sunday, just me and bro at home,
We both enjoy our downtime, sometimes we like to be alone.
Sundays are for reflecting,
Chilling out and introspecting,
Reflecting on the week behind,
Reflecting on the week ahead,
Reflecting on all the things going on inside your head.
Keeping some of those thoughts at bay,
Naming them when you need to do – so those thoughts don’t stay.
Some of those thoughts aren’t nice, you just want them to go away.
But facing them head-on helps make them go away.
For now at least. The mind is weird,
Things crop up from time-to-time,
One day you’ll feel downcast, the next you’ll be fine.
Just another Sunday, ticking away,
There’s something holy about it – last Sunday I prayed
At a church in the city,
Felt more at easy than I thought – some of the girls there were pretty.
Whoops – I shouldn’t be looking, should be praying instead,
Not thinking about which girl I wanna be taking out instead.
Hey, I’m only human, not committing a crime,
Though we all have our flaws, you have yours,
And I sure as hell have mine.
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✏️ Sunday, 24th March 2018 @ 1.25pm
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