The day is about to start and the sun will rise whether we want it to or not.

It will run us over, crushing us by initiating a new day that we are not ready for.

It will leave your thoughts behind in the night.

It will not grant another second of rest or heed your protest.

It will climb over mountainsides regardless of your lament.

It is merciless, the controller of time...

Maybe it is saying to us “keep moving” and that we should abandon living in the past...

Whatever this reoccurring phenomenon symbolizes: The forgiveness of time or the perpetual onslaught of obstacles —

You should know if you don’t believe you can make it through to the next day, that I wish the best of luck, and a good morning