Shopping trolley in the fields

I live in a small hermit in the suburbs, 
I'm walking with a shopping cart on the fields, 
I collect memories of the book hyllyyni dusty. 
So tremble in the chamber alone, 
to pass the time writing poems. 
Monday mantra, great, 
Tuesdays sands of the hourglass slowly drains. 
Wednesday, hides in the middle of the week, 
Thursday I hope the new friend willing. 
Friday, while the fear of the end of the week 
inside me that. Saturday it was created 
for the lazy Sunday is the grace chord 
a lonely unhappy beauty.