find the joy in streetlights glow
before the suns full rise-
the hues that do reflect off clouds
in each drivers’ sleepy eyes

when the streetlights start to fade
the commuters travel does commence
find the joy in this space too
and rest your tired head

for joy persists regardless,
no matter the facade;
it goes on as it always has
it will, it is, it was

so ask yourself each moment
and when doubt starts to sink
is this the way I truly feel,
are these the thoughts I think?

and answer, true and honest
as that’s what we must do
to find, in life, our purpose
the real, the honest, you.