The Morning

Don't you love the morning?

It is full of possibility

It arrives like a clean slate

Unbiased, unburdened by psychological drama

It doesn't want anything

It doesn't need anything

It simply is, and is, is enough

It carries the information of all lifetimes

The memory of the whole of mankind

Fortune and misfortune

Yet it remains unaffected, untouched

Elegant in its appearance

Weightless in form

But infinite in its presence

So when the morning meets you, take notice because

Congratulations

Another day has come your way

You are here, you are free

You are alive, this is true lottery

Not the money, not the house

Not the car

No material gain is relevant in the eyes of the breaking of the day

It only sees you at your most simple design

Your human, being

Don't love the morning?

It's full of possibility

To get it right