Moving Slow

My brain’s moving slowly tonight,

I don’t think I’ll get far,
But that might just be alright, Lord,
With things the way they are…
 
I’m just a little grumpy now,
I had an awkward day.
In fact, I’m almost to the point
I want to slink away
 
And hide myself inside my shell
Where no one can find me.
Yet I have too much still to do
For that to ever be.
 
So help me find my better self,
The one who’s not so bleak.
For no one else should put up with
These grumpy words I speak.