Dawn wakes me gently-
then it shakes me.
What to do with this day?
The corporate hustle left a dusty trail of truths and strengths unknown.
Horizons abroad await,
Await,
Await albeit the engine feels out of steam.
What now I ask with waivering vigor?
Dig deep my migrating ami, for down within lies a power untold
It awaits,
It Awaits for you to behold