Waking Up To a Lesser You

I wake up everyday in anger Watching the sun smile Hearing the trees laugh The anxiety of morning traffic Before breakfast is served I scowl at the eggs And scoff at the bacon Even go as so far to critique the coffee bean During noon I'm dissappointed With the way the world keeps spinning I find myself cursing at the gravity that pulls me down And forsaking the reason why I can't fly Here comes the moon Ushered in slowly by the stars Sweeping the atmosphere in sleep Changing waking patterns nations over But I am still so angry Of the things my vanity Allowed to be taken away By my selfishness I wear a rosary roun' my kneck Staring at Jesus I might cry at my unambitionless motions And sob at my stunted growth How can I cry when I allow The anger inside of me Control and divide my eternal peace Wiped my tears to have a long talk with Jesus Two hours of the night has passed I pray and plead for some peace or some piece Of myself or the pieces I forgot to put together From a unfinished puzzle I created Now I realize just like the rosary roun' my kneck Which keeps Jesus there at all times So is the peace and piece I've looked for Forever round' my kneck danglin' to my heart Rebuking anger from the morning Keeping joy at night I will let life move me But will not let it stray me