Morning Song

It’s Time to Live

I am riddled with the delight
Of not knowing what I shall be doing tonight.

Whatever it may be, it will certainly be glorious,
For we are all notorious for instigating good times
And sunset rhymes.  All day.  Everyday.

Like a Riverbed of snow,
We are a condensate of the flow of time
And the theoretical sublime.
We live in a wonderful, wholehearted world.

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