Moody in its way

Moody, somehow coming my way,
My moody is not lazy,
It just wanna to lock up itself,
Do not want to do anything,
But just lock up itself.

Do not get me wrong,
It is not tired,
It is not anything you name it,
But moody in its way...

It got its personality,
I could not figure it out,
Oh! So moody.

Although out there is sunny,
But I has a grey cloud,
above my head.

Do you know grey could?
It is not white but grey,
It do not want to rain,
and just hold the rain.

Do you what I mean?
The cloud hold the rain,
Or the cloud could not rain,
Maybe it worry about something,
Something that is very small matter,
And Moody thought it is a big matter?

Somehow, the moody will cease later,
And will come back again,
But I don't know when it will come and go,
Come and go without letting me know in advance,
That is why it got its personality,
And mystery to me too...

Perhaps, it has inform me and I do not know?
Hmm....

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