Getting up every morning
In pursuit of a dream
Not knowing if to Ithaca the journey will end
Deep thought going in the smallest of actions
Alertness that catches a dropping crystal vase
Observing every cloud for the faintest of silver linings
And grabbing each of those with a warm embrace
Learning being the big take away at every step
Yearning to come back to the sweet pillow of sleep
Awaiting yet another bright day
Day after day.
