Foreseeing a Great Day

I'm waking up rubbing my winking eyes so sensitive to the burst of the first sunrays; I open wide the off-whilte Venetian blinds of older days, to get a better view of a sun never hiding its surprises. I go straight to the kitchen tripping on the way, I'll brew a fresh pot of Maxwell coffee: sweet and strong; just four cups a day: its a good way to rewind and sing that folk song that caught my attention yesterday. I quickly jump into the shower with light blue curtains displaying red canyons in the background as eagles fly over breathtaking praires, but who can hear this voice... if not the caged parrot that repeats it with a sorrowful cry? I will set him free today and let him choose his own destiny, parrots or any other bird weren't meant to be locked in cages; yes, they are similar to us seeking freedom and loving harmony, so why should we deny them happiness causing them many pains? Off to work, looking my best: with gray suit which costed four hundred bucks, and a silver tie to match my black shoes...well-trimmed fingernails is a must; A splash of Obsession to turn on single, attractive girls at Starbucks. I drive off in my shiny green Honda, foreseeing a great day until dusk.