Mad on Mondays, a tempest unfurled,
When the start of the week stirs a restless world.
The alarm clock rings, the dawn breaks anew,
And a frenzy of madness, we hastily pursue.

In the rushing traffic, a chaotic flow,
Every step, every minute, an impatient blow.
Deadlines and duties, on shoulders they weigh,
As Mondays dictate the rhythm of our day.

But amidst the madness, can we find a rhyme,
A pocket of peace, amidst the chime?
For even...