Every morning there is a choice.
Let the trill continue to ring,
lay awake listening and ignoring the chill of the fan.
I made the commitment four years ago
and every year after,
to wake up before the birds and the sun;
to work until my calves catch fire;
to practice until my fingers can’t move;
to be apart of something bigger than myself.
I couldn’t let my friends,
or myself down because I
a little more sleep.
Others come first,
That’s the way it’s always been.
That’s the way it always will be.