The sun rises; the sun sets.
It is another day.
Another path to tread,
To leave footprints in the dirt.
Or to pass unnoticed.
Counting only seconds
Held not within the turn of the earth
But trapped within the turn of the clock.
When sirens speak
To start your day
With clamour abhorrent
While you still lay
Clinging to dreams and wishes and fear;
Then rise and wake and listen.
Not because the alarm tells you to;
Not because it is routine;
Not because you follow another
But simply so at the end of another day
You may turn behind
And see with pride
The footprints left firmly marked
Where you have walked.
inspired by dear friends (c) 2012