i rise to see the sun come up,
the stars still straggling home;
my muscles weary from neglect,
i wander by the waterside
the looming day, the looming day,
i wander by the waterside
to face the looming day.
my morning ritual has changed,
but then again, i have as well:
it’s always one more thing to do
more tasks i’m scheduled to perform
there’s no escape, there’s no escape,
more tasks i’m scheduled to perform
and there is no escape.
but this i know again, today:
each life is meant to this way,
to walk, to wonder, and to fret
on troubles that are not
here yet