morning ritual

 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

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