On this new day I was born from my bed with a fresh but somehow still tired perspective. It is early but the world has been orbiting for hours. I am always late to everything. But I still try and pry open my eyes with cups of coffee, hoping and hungry for what has not happened yet. If I survive the blank stares and empty prayers of strangers, avoid the ****** and the danger, then bless my ambition when I rest my head with my decisions.