Every Day I Wonder
Every morning I wake up and I wonder, is this going to be the day?
It's been so long I've almost forgotten the feel of it. The sensation. The touch on your fingertips.
It's been so long I've almost forgotten how to do it. Do you use your hands? Do you use your legs?
Every morning I wake up and wonder, is this going to be the day? I look outside to get a feel of the day.
Is this finally going to be the day I get to put on shorts instead of trousers?
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