Who speaks for me
Or the resources I waste
From day to day

I am not eloquent enough
to say what I think
or think what I say

But yet I think
from time to time
that I know some divine way

The day
it was so great
and surprisingly
I never forgot
what I was saying
or thinking

But maybe I should have
and maybe a hammer
needs to strike my face
for me to change my ways
or the way I am or think

Action and inaction
Always all waste
from day to day
in spite of what others say
so much more I could be
I could do

but I never change my ways
and in spite of happiness
It is at best fake
even if it tastes great
just for the day

The sun will rise
and eventually I will die
sure there are excuses
for the things I have done
but like I
they are fake
I was born and remain a mistake