Out of our sleep, we face a brand-new day
with aspirations to a better sight,
as every shadow of the broken night
hides from the brilliance of the open way.
Rain tells us we do not have room for play
since that’s the culmination of the bright,
sunny eruptions of the morning light.
We’re in another episode of life,
where, failing hope, the only choice is work,
and what we get is just to take the blame
when sober argument turns into strife
between day’s hero, and the angry jerk
who wants the morning to collapse in shame.
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