No time for mourning
The start of the day
The start of what it will become
And it's outcomes
Taking a deep breath to fill the lungs
Getting ready for the things that you will have to overcome
And not run from
The everyday humdrum
Never playing dumb
Not living the day numb
The morning
How could you think of it boring
When it is life dawning
It is the world and life performing
In it's yawning
Quietly, without alarming
For now always returning
The morning