I can feel it
in the mornings
when everything
is bright and new.

The sun comes up,
and I'm still tired,
People are scarce,
the fears are few.

I breathe the air,
so cold and crisp
but nothing is
more real and true.

I see the sun
over the roof;
all my complexes
leave on this cue.

It's then I know,
It's then I see,
that nothing matters,
I am free.

The change is coming
The change is near,
I open my eyes,
I do not fear.