Wake up, into the close of night,
when dreams are of the morning;
love and peace all around,
and the euphoria of a new day.
With the sun’s height,
hope, and waving tides,
some players around the corner,
others waiting for another morning.
Wake up, into the start of the day,
with the aim of walking again to the destined;
to the endless, but known, roads —
one with the glorious red lights,
and another, of endless desires.
But the time is right with the dawn:
new day, new hope,
just like a sun ray, soaking everything.
Today is the day — when it starts:
the journey of self.
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