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Ode
If Monday seems a way away
Whether running solo or partnering up
On days when dawn and dusk become one
When time stands unclaimed
And stories need to find their start
Your imagination needs to be realised
When endeavour seems to be the only option
Or the rest too obvious Journeys beckon (all the time)
And the city looks best as a distant glow
You are too trashed from the day before
There’s only one thing to do:
Step out.