Faculty Of The Mind: By Michael Ssemakula

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Overslept

I couldn't do some of the things that I usually do
I didn't listen to the early morning bird by my window
I just couldn't sing and dance for my Lord

Some days are better when viewed upside down.
As I let go of my shoulders and feelings of guilt
I couldn't get in touch with my inner psyche

I got up so powerless to channel my imaginations
I couldn't assume full responsibility for my actions
Will this be alleged as someone else's fault?

I no longer need to deceive, penalize or compromise myself
I want to stay on the employer's payroll
In some cultures what I do would be regarded as normal

I need to respect my personality flaws
Wait a second! I need some coffee with music...
Do I need to explain every bit of myself?

I left the window wide open last night,
And woke up on the wrong side of the bed

I'm calling in dead for today
I have used up all of my given sick time
I just can't find my way into work today.