This Morning

Morning music blaring songs of joy,
naked in the shower washing out all that insane,
Fixated on a drum beat,
with a violin capping the rhythm,
saying stay alive and ride the ride.
Grins splitting face,
and duality of sides come sliding in
whole in reunion today,
where happiness finds it’s home,
but doesn’t demand a place.
Shock to the system,
when loving it all ratchets up,
tightens down the sorrow,
lightens the guilt,
and recovers a stumbling pace.
This morning, it’s all possible.
This morning, the world tastes of hope.
This morning, it’s time.
This morning, it’s time.