Sight to see new heights within me.
Driving aware as I pull my hair out from despair.
What will I wear, who will care?
Where will I go, who will show?
What should I do, if only you knew?
Maybe I will return to my bed, getting up is often all in my head.
Getting up is not just physically, it is mental and referential.
Why you may say, let me ask, what did you do today?
You got up, but are you woke up?
Are you striving or simply surviving?
Are you achieving your goals or making a mark showing the start of a plan?
Is the game the same?
Is the attempt being mimicked?
Or the effort peppered by another excuse, oh what is the use?
Come and let’s be what we are sen-ti-men-ti (ly) meant to be.
Who are you by design?
What must you refine?
In this day, come what may, always say epically.
I am here to be