As the day ends in the bright light,

The work and grind is left at the door,

As the dreams of a better future emerge,

The landscape and the soil is set,

As I move outside my comfort zone,

When the tide is far away,

A lone picture sitting at a dark corner,

The words of motivation a constant reminder,

Scared, fear, unhappy and tired,

Not sure of the task and the ground ahead,

Incessant buzz that lingers in my ear,

The unending buzz of cars driving away,

It is interesting how life can change in an instant,

The faithless turns to fanatism in a split second,

Bright and blinding,

Refreshing and relaxing,

The cold turned to extreme warmth,

A certain weakness engulfed my space,

I've always loved sunsets,

And the renewal that comes from a fresh start,

Staring at the new day with grim,

Thinking of why this ain't that drip,

The typing and the groaning of the soul,

The start of a new day to the setting of new goals,

On a clear (okay cloudy) day as has unfolded,

The bright sun and cool breeze match my mood,

As I woke up to a lulling headache,

The day a haze and a want to just sleep,

The constant on and on energy,

The 'let's get it done, slacking is for loosers',

It's hard to imagine and difficult to implement,

But dreams are ideas, snippets of the best of us,

The screams the yelling the fights the fears,

Wanting needing crying feeling,

To awake to the blistering cold,

A yawn that threatens to take one under,

As I write this open cover,

An ode to the grey mist and cloudy day,

In the dawn of the morning,

As the birds chirp and the cars move,