Embracing a day already delightful
Feelings of nothing invasive
Sensing nothing I find improper
I dare step off the sidewalk
Notwithstanding the perils
At times life has to be lived
Over-easy and able
This is a Sunday morning
From the ambitions left dangling
I know the coming tasks
I can still revel in being idle
Some dreams forgotten
Yet a time for all things
Soon it is time for me
Making preparations
I can present as a man ready
Adorning what I know cannot last
Savouring moments of every minute
What I cannot still contain
Turns subtle and always in layers
Yet this is a Sunday morning
I am over-easy and I am able
No burdens from a weightless world
Tomorrow my shoulders are broad
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