I don't wake up each day and say,
Man, I'm happy to be alive.
Eyes open and brain transitions
its focus from the dreams it just endured
to the new and constant problems
it must pursue. I pour my coffee
and let it cool, while subtly
my mind awakens fresh
thanks to the scents of steaming brew.
I drive to work and more often than not
the cars slow to stare at a cop
with someone pulled over; who cares
about this, I've got enough on my own
to worry 'bout like being late cuz of these fools.
And I'm sitting in my car, got some good tunes
flowing, soothing....
I'm perked up, thank you Folger;
of all the things, you're the one
I'll keep coming back to.
Get me outta that morning funk
I despise so much.
For now I am cool and this life is good.
I might not wake up thinking each day,
Man, I'm happy to be alive.
But thats usually the last thought
when I'm hitting the pillow.