Monday

Monday,
You came out of your prison
But went back in sooner than I hoped

Father sat on his couch
Blue and sick and dying
I did not know
The places I and you would go

Throw me up 
I want to fly and see the sky
The places you've gone when you died
I'll give you 10 minutes and so much more

Father, he lied on his back faced up
And for the longest time,
I died when he died
I lied where he lied

Perhaps the sky was grey and bleak
Because you were grey and would meet
The Maker whom I hope was fair
The One who always has been there