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
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