Friday, January 8, 2016

Morning Rise

Sunshine beam into my eyes
As the new day begins to rise
My arms obey my mind
When it ordered,
“Stretch yourself just like reaching a colossal height.”

Witnessing my will and body
Synchronizing at my day’s start
Encourages me to let my tardiness be out
Giving me a surging stream of energy
To face what lies ahead with doubt-free

A cold, refreshing morning mist
Moistens with freshness
My skin that drained out into total dryness

Asking myself what to do
My routine scolds me so
Drilling the reality
That I have been used to

Work, eat and sleep
The rhythm of a man
With life worth so cheap
Which everyone denied to keep

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