I crack the egg
I crack my knuckles
I crack open my eyes
Even the dawn cracks
Cracks in half as I begin my day with the rising of the sun
As I crack, I wonder;
Will my brain fry like the sunny eggs in the pan?
Will it remain runny and spill its contents upon request?
The answers lie in my method of preparation
The sun is not enough to cook my egg
The sun must still climb into the sky
Shall I wait?
I must climb myself and steal some sun
I cannot wait for the sun to come to me
My eggs cannot wait for the sun to come to me
My eggs will crack and I must be ready
But is there such a thing as too much sun?
Will my search for the sun burn me in the process?
No, I say to my sun
Because as I grab my piece of sunshine,
I see knowlegde staring back at me
Knowledge of my future
Knowledge of goals
Knowledge learned from books
Knowledge learned from people
Knowledge that I would have never gained
If I waited for the sun to come to me
I always liked my eggs brown anyways