Mood

We take a look from the shelf
Drink the tea
Crush the cardboard into the hole
Wonder what an end may look like
We take turns
Make strange patterns in the night
Go wherever the will may take us
All just pieces
Part of a tube
We hit our head
Try to change our mood
All an act of revenge
A charged weapon
We sing quiet songs in the café
Alter what we think
Forget what's in between.