Weekdays

We have weekdays. Just weekdays. But they be. Someone has there gray, some has there colored. Sitting in the next taxi in the daily bustle, someone likes to rush with the breeze. Someone is moving slowly. And sometimes its important to stop. To stop in order to feel just alive... And I want to say that happy... Without extra persuasion for happiness, just feel alive. Someone sets the point of arrival in the navigator. Someone builds a route. I believe that no matter which path you choose, you will get to where you need. The main thing is to believe and be grateful for what we already have... We have weekdays. Just weekdays. But they be...