Anything Could Happen

Whispered Spirals of lucid feelings ‘ jest and mock within as morning shakes me gently from my slumber . My thoughts bleed away from that invisible country of dreams ‘ their importance and meaningfulness ‘fades quickly into the dark pool of the forgotten. A new day of living has come ‘ And from that stillness I now begin a new cycle of existence within this world of men , the obligatory , and Subsequent twenty four hours of perception and required lucidity . A tide of realisation begins to float my priorities and fears from that sleeping ocean’s floor . Positive Self talk and gratitudes are spoken softly to abate and ground My mood for this coming new day. Knowing If I was to Foolishly jump straight into the time of waken without care , Then This realisation would shock me painfully and lead to panicked floundering’s. I remind myself with factual neutrality’ and disciplined optimism that I’ve never lived this date ‘ though it looks similar , ‘ today is new ‘today anything could happen, and probably will .