Good morning, Sleepyhead

One day
You wake up
And it’s a new day

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

And the
Road is not
A road it is you

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