Awakening...

Early morning, folded in velvet,
broke languidly through the breach,
and slowly unfold my sobriety,
my senses snarling through the shell.
While my eyes are obliged to twinkle,
volition is breaking loose,
throbbing peacefully,
banishing the lack of action.

A thousand choices burst upon my view,
the chance for a choice, and time
express it's ruthless to idleness;
inaction in action, as they used to say,
far on east, few thousand years ago.
A whole new world is getting shape,
the show is ready to begin;
today's programme is also comedy,
has a try to amuse me, in all kind of ways.

back