It was just an ordinary day...
I woke up breathing deeply
filling up the air and invoking desire,
of others greeting the daylight.
thoughts would fuel their passion's fire?
they anticipate momentary splendour?
they grasp each fleeting beat of their hearts?
they squeeze the juice from every minute
spark the tinder to inflame their arts?
would they languish apathetically dragging their souls,
to miss their chance for fame,
to put their faith in the lottery,
to one 'gainst their making a name?
was such a day that the world was created,
someone, finally, seeded the corn,
was such a day that a star lit the night's sky,
day when an unnamed baby was born.
unnamed babe who dared to think strangely,
child whose magical thoughts became real,
nameless teen who challenged, turned into...
grown up who opened up worlds with his zeal.
close of day with sleep approaching
filled with daily bread
their works completed,
to dream, they gazed ahead.
dream on to resolve the cares of your daytime
ambition's opening play
up, with answers demanding effort
thought, then action, the price to pay.
will, some won't, success or failure
constructions, no room for the grey.
or white choices, resulting decisions,
thousand four hundred and forty minutes to fill up...
From the start... to the end... of each day...