Mark

Last week, life, had
no exciting spark,
Must admit, when I shot,
I missed my mark.

I shot my arrow,
as if I shot in the dark,
and guess what
I shot way off the mark..

The whole week long
sang no cheerful lark,
there was no clear voice,
no intelligent remark!

All the days were
dry and stark,
days placed in a boring,
never ending arc!

Now the week's over,
sit up, get ready, hark
oh wandering soul,
get back on your mark!