Brightening sky, the questioning why,
each day.     World not awake, not yet, 
and neither are you.     Off to work, or 
off to where?               The road ahead, 
you only stare. 
This is not living, but coping. Existing, 
at this hour.          We do 
what we must, as we can, in the space 
stretching between silence and 
satisfaction.                         Biding time, 
tempted by what we know 
and what we need.     Questioning why. 
Another try, day for day,
find your way.                   Another wait.
Familiar road.    Days the same, no one 
to blame, but your self.    If you choose, 
if you see, 
if you try, if you feel.
The bills arrive, of that we know.
Is this the only way to go?              Live, 
  as you can, and must, amid the truth, 
 without the trust.       Questioning sky, 
common day, recognizable road, 
is there another way?
   It is as much about how you navigate 
                     your way through daylight, 
                  as it is through the darkness. 
Take the time, know what is right, 
sustain yourself through the light.

© 2016 j.g. lewis