Oh, what a day, Nothing is gonna go my way,
So I sit and Pray, and that’s the way it stays.
I wasn’t born to be a poet,
And boy, do I know it!
Are we living in sin? Or is it just within?
Mad moments take over,
But I still remain in the clover.
So don’t hold your breath,
I cant take it away,
But I’ll keep it til I say,
When will be the day?
When I’m awake, My head is like a snake,
Curling around, making me frown,
Too much of this is making me itch.
I feel at ease, in the breeze.
They want me to be at ease.