Daylight, in slow-paced motion,
Reaches quaintly into my heart,
Planting an inkling—I have no need
To sweat or writhe over tomorrow,
Simple on paper to await with ease.
It does not yet exist and with that,
I have a choice to make;
Remain calm within and soak up
The current of the day, or to break
Down in my bothered head, hurried into a
Tomorrow that does not yet include me.
I should remain here, in the slow-paced
Daylight and look forward to
Centered nightfall.