We live in a complex world.
Times are hard to fathom.
There’s so much around and yet,
so little — to be truly be happy with.
When things seem to be going nowhere,
when it’s easier to shed a tear than hide behind a fake smile,
or when hope vanishes with the last patch of blue above;
morning comes along.
And when it feels like you’re standing alone on this side,
Or the night won’t end, morning will come.
That big fiery ball of gas will read your tired mind,
and shine brighter than anything else you’ve seen before,
giving you a sign,
everything will be OK.
That’s what mornings are.
A new day.
A new beginning.
The chance of a first attempt after many failed second attempts,
an opportunity to wipe the slate clean,
and start all over.
For the dark night has long passed.