Today I will write,
I will write
about the rising sun,
and the way it reflects
off the daffodils
and makes the birds chirp up.
I'll write about all the beautiful things,
all the beautiful things in the world
that the media misses.

I remember once
down in Mexico,
I kissed Lydie on top of her head
and walked into the mist
toward the morning star.
I still think about the fun
we had that short summer.
It was sensational,
better than any news story
reporting bleakness.

Those are the things to remember.
And let us not forget
how short
our time really is,
lest we succumb to cynicism,
such cold-heartedness.

No more jaded thoughts for me...
uh huh.