This Is The Morning

Before the busy and bustle begins

I breathe for a moment to just take it in

Already waist deep in worry and care

Before the dawn burgeons it's light through the air

I put one foot forward in front of the other

Too far to keep my own stride

And I can't help but wonder at my own vain blunders

Of losing sight of the times

For a moment too fleeting I take it all in

Remembering the shortness of life

The sights before me and the sounds of silence

Slip through my wakeful mind

This is the morning there's