But you
Realize that you
Have no concept of day

For past
Time has passed
Through and now is dream

And this
Day you awake
Is your hand’s initial etching

A road
The only one
In truth you’ve trod

Each stride
Therefore means you
make each sunrise pristine

Wonderfully blinking
A moment you
Require for in the next

You see
Clearly now that
From you it’s no different

So the
Day is not
New but it is first