When I awake
In early morn
I linger there
The while beguiled,
Envision the while
A rousing storm,
Albeit semiotics
Tells I am born,
This day again
to keep alive,
Impulsive ways
To but survive,
In life too fast…
Hence so I wake
To contemplate,
A constant haste
That cannot last,
Yet would so blur
Time hurry past,
More than before
Worries my stay
As it contracts,
To illuminate
Most every day,
Thus in the wake
Of early morn
Find to invalidate,
Time hurry past!
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