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 .
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