Start up the engine and recover the momentum
that propels you through the day.
Like every day you woke up and were already happy
just because something new had begun, and was shining.
Or raining.
Even when you woke up and it was still dark and down-pouring,
you trusted the sun to be behind it somewhere.
And after all, we owe so much of ourselves to the sun.
We worship it because it has a natural way of making us feel,
like we're alive.
Like we're inside of it and around it and it glows fire,
through us, because of us.
We are all ablaze
and all combined.
All of us a part of some infinite inferno,
that I cant even fathom.