When dawn calls we are torn between bravely walking
In the light and running away from it
The pains of what we thought the previous day splendor
Brought verses the agony that was served fresh to us
The unending streams of tears as a result of our
Weakness and failure to meet what is just requisite
The beams as fresh as they seem calls out to us
Beckons us for an orderly order
The deity we kowtow seeks our vassalage
Reminding us of the heartfelt embassage we have
To pen every day, to justify just being in the light
Its forceful cries ring repeatedly in our ears
To underscore the day granted by leaving behind
Tokens of our sojourn in the priceless present granted
Every hour intently stares back at us, shedding tears
The moment we waste its presence, forcing it in
Eternal evanescence
Or radiates its members, calling unto them to usher us in
Magnanimous future if we walk in step with its ticking clock
Congruent to its admonition
In stride with its pace
And at peace with its canon
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