It is often overlooked that the sun rises for us,
Ironically looking over us everyday.
While the home of a bed I have,
Trying to make me prolong my stay.
Weighted with the thoughts of the long night,
I am brought light as the morning sun shines.
Within each day that collectively combines.
With an afire ambition,
A spirit inside sparks and I awake.
Longing for production,
A passion burning with much interest.
People and places,
And books I have yet to know.
Some of the best and worst days of my life ahead of me,
Oh how worldly I will grow.
In spite of all the hardships and obstacles,
Each of my wounds will be treated with a suture.
For whatever I may be feeling is brief,
The uncertainty of anew day ensures adventure and joy in the nearby future.