In an instant my mood can shift.
I divert my thoughts to that of running for a cliff.
Cannot stand pressure
No how , no way
Better when there is some, that I run away.
I wish there was a knob, that could allow me to change
But there wouldn’t be enough channels for all that is packed in my brain.
How did it get so adversary?
I want to be content like a singing canary.
If they were handing out rewards for moods
I believe I would win one or two.
Oh well, I cannot help it
Maybe I can blog before I pitch a fit.