Trifling Tickles

In the early waking morning,

In the dawn of a new day,

A dream or a vision of the play is yet to come,

I see and I fight it,

The will to start strong or to trifle,

If I want to make a difference or not,

Or do the tickles make me stop and pause,

Sometimes it’s hard 😕 anand on others it's easy,

To pick up the handle and march to battle,

So I prayed and gathered,

AAll the strength anand mantle,

To walk and stagger through the fog and banter,

So here I am today in person,

Trifling and tickling,

My way to the sunset.