Greeting the sun once more
It hasn't even risen yet
It's snarly rays lifting it up
Into the chrysalis light blue
Dark circles under my eyes
My baby and I get high
He pours me my coffee
Asks if there's anything he can do
To help me get ready.

And everything's so good
And different now, see
I write and develop
Grow and prosper
I reassure myself to be positive
Cuz I'm still just so young man
And learning and educating
Myself, myself

Thought so much of me
For a years time now
Had to use a thrifty tool box
Entitled "ways to make **** happen"
And now the tools are just safely
In the tips of my hands.

Call times minutes away
I imagine once the rays serve as a tripod to what beacons and spots
Our daily lives
We're all just dust particles
With thinking caps
And face

Pink colored flowers face me from the window
Whisper and blowing in the wind
Or practicing their own hymn
With golden silence
But ain't nothing ever quiet.

This is what it's like to allow
Happiness.