On Sunday morning at 6am

On Sunday morning, at 6am
I realized, how fallible I am.
I remembered plans where I was so sure,
bright and brilliant, genius pure
and looking back I have to perceive:
I was completely naive.

On Sunday morning at 6am,
I stopped being my own greatest fan,
and listening to the espresso steam,
I thought it's best to be part of a team.