I’m waiting for the rays of the morning sun everyday, nowadays.
Can’t seem to sleep before 7, not motivated to rouse before 3,
so I treat my nights like my days and let my rhythm flow free.

I have nights by the river, coffee and stars,
take a book where I go so I’m never too far,
from the thoughts and the voices that guide my reflection
as I spend my time searching for all that we are.
Dear Joe in my ears, I feel tied to no one,
no one to notice should I disappear,
but that my feet may turn in any direction
is my own certain release.

I keep waiting for the morning rays
as my sleepless eyes wander,
and listening to the voices of this world
that have seen more than I can ponder.