Life inside,
Dreams,
A surprise.
I smile like the sun,
I rise for the prize.
I think of news,
I think of blues.
Rally around,
I hear the sound.
Of heart and memory,
Eleven seventy.
My mind is fresh,
Clean and pressed.
I suit up like Heath,
And breath hearth Keef.
The broad span, is deafening.
I wish truth,
Never aloof.
I sacrifice time,
Energy and live.
The pine needles climb,
Above my mind,
I want to arise.