Each morning I awake
The day is mine to make
The opportunities to take
But do I know what’s at stake?
My vision so opaque
I could make a big mistake
Of that which I partake
Can’t abide another ache
Therefore I must strive
To be vigilant as I drive
In all that I contrive
That I may safely arrive
The goal is to survive
To flourish and to thrive
From all that I derive
Be glad to be alive
It is incumbent upon me
To be all that I can be
To set my spirit free
From chaos and debris
So much I can’t foresee
And there is no guarantee
We take life by degree
It\'s all relative, don’t you see!