Starting Line

It is morning
The sun,
Reluctant
Complaining

There is coffee in my future
Sparks of promise
Run through my veins

There are many things to be sad about.
There are many things to be grateful for.
We live in an amazing age full of promise.
What shall we choose to see and direct our steps?

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