Dawn

The sun rises over the sea this morning

Tinting the sky in a peachy hue;

With mountains shrouded in the distance,

Confronted with beauty, I think of you.

Times are hard, and life is grueling,

I'm a broken cog in society's machine;

Who will I make proud? What will I achieve? 

The answer, as ever, remains unseen.

But with ragged dawn breaking on my face,

My battered hope is unsullied and true;

We pick and choose which signs to see,

I continue to yearn for a life with you.