surreal the vastness of morning,
awash in the potential of day;
limitations set only
by the refusal of motion
wait to be cast away

would it be so hard to imagine
that in the haze of tomorrow
lies a path of becoming today
where hopes and dreams
and so many other things
are given the right of way?

the stillness of the misted morn
reflects the peace before the storm
and hope unconquered
and dreams unborrowed
are in themselves reborn

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