You wake up to mornings
Day after day —
The same sunrise, the same singing of birds
The usual scenery alternates at times
With the sweet-tapping sound that raindrops make.
Either way, you go about your usual routine
Taking the same walks, making the same talks
Same old, same old concerns
Day after day after.
There are days when it becomes over familiar
And you feel like breaking free —
Do something unusual or out of the ordinary
You are stunned, bewitched
And wonder at how amazed you feel
How that momentary diversion
Can leave you in so much awe
And give you quite the liberation.
You bask in that temporary bliss
Swim in the intoxicating glory
Try and retain the feeling
Until the sun sets yet again
And you prepare yourself to wake up once more
To the same mornings you’ve had before.