BAD MOOD
DAVE THE POET

I woke up, In a bad mood
A speed bump
Or a lifetime, Of undigested food
Hard times, Are yours
Not a gift, To set free
Bad moods, Belong to you not me

Does yesterday, Haunt today
What memories stay
Which ones, Fade away
The grandeur, Of forgiveness
Will show you the way
Absolute power
Is about you
I woke up, In a bad mood

Freedom belongs, To everyone else
You, Are a slave to I
Judge and jury
I, Knows why
Humbly ask
Where, Do I fit in?
If you listen
Never ask again
Reason, Time, I and Truth
You decide, To wake up, In a bad mood