Frozen Smoldering Ashes

I think I just experienced first hand Consciousness Cradled in the bosom of epiphany Inspiration expunged from my fathers naval wake up call Calling all hands on deck make a break My call to arms each day Formative dream educed sleep filled eyes oh sound awake Was our lesson this So long as we power the will to awake We have been gifted the opportunity this day again The chance to make our wrongs right I don’t believe tomorrow comes furnished with any guarantee Maybe just maybe today be my end of days The moment fate hath predetermined Today to late yesterday spurned Departing such sweet sorrow Non the wiser Lesson not learned Humilities bridge burned Reduced all but to a desolate bed of frozen smouldering ashes The End