You wake with the sun's rays ploughing your skin
Though on all other days you would curse the a.m.
And the beckoning clutches of labouring work
Today you feel like it’s best to begin
With headphones plugged deep in your ears
Your footsteps - a pulse that beats on concrete
A background soundtrack for bustling life
And the city’s a stage on opening night
Sometimes you walk but it feels like you run
Though rushing toward no place by design
Just passing the time that’s speeding past you
Left in its wake - one less morning to hate
So don’t stay in bed.
When you’ve been given a chance, take it.
When you get a lucky break, make it.
When you give your word, keep it.
When you sense a kiss, steal it.
When you catch a moment, live it.
Whether it’s joy or sorrow, feel it.
For nothing is here to stay.
Though on all other days you would curse the a.m.
And the beckoning clutches of labouring work
Today you feel like it’s best to begin
With headphones plugged deep in your ears
Your footsteps - a pulse that beats on concrete
A background soundtrack for bustling life
And the city’s a stage on opening night
Sometimes you walk but it feels like you run
Though rushing toward no place by design
Just passing the time that’s speeding past you
Left in its wake - one less morning to hate
So don’t stay in bed.
When you’ve been given a chance, take it.
When you get a lucky break, make it.
When you give your word, keep it.
When you sense a kiss, steal it.
When you catch a moment, live it.
Whether it’s joy or sorrow, feel it.
For nothing is here to stay.
- vktr
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