But the truth is, I am Thursday on a Monday. I
Am the walking calendar alive of mixed-up days and dim hours. I have
A week inside of me, a week or a year, time out of order. I have contracted
With the world to behave, to try, hard, to be Monday on a Monday. I
Look like I am happiness, don’t you think? On Monday, to you I have
The right laugh, and seem always to be even-keeled and at-eased.
Even-Keeled and At-Eased, by Alberto Rios
This song has been featuring heavily in my commuting soundtrack over the last couple of weeks. It's something I will often skip to or repeat. It's one of those tunes that holds some nostalgia for me, but still sounds fresh whenever I hear it again.
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