When the early bird has the first meal of the day
I will be up watching the sky as the clouds melt
it must be the sun after the time that it\'s been away
I will cultivate my own reality as the grass is bare and felt
When the burning of the sun once again stops being gilded by god
I will be up watching the stars as they shine and shimmer and tilt
It is at this interval now that I realize how much in life that has gone wrong
I will once again take my time, wake up, and be the early bird that seizes the day.