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Every Morning is Early

And every night is late

Every one is hurting

And every hope must wait

All the lives are shiny

But covered with some mud

A lifetime spent for finding

A carrot stick called love

 

Every morning is early

And every night is late

When undefined remains

The name of purpose on your plate

 

Every morning is early

And every night is late

I sometimes wake up smiling

But I never start the day

 

Every morning is early

And every night will break

It feels less real around me

Than my thoughts that I do make

It feels less real around me

Most of any given day

A lot of boring people

And a lot of empty dates

Every morning might as well be

As dark as is the day

It’s not a sign of sadness

Just of having so little to say

I feel lost in this body

Like an anchor to the shore

I would rather lift off from me

I would rather live with more

I would rather live with more

 

Every livid attorney

And every fisherman’s bait

And every gendered title

Or a love story’s predictable fate

It’s details with which we are blinded

It’s a light bright enough for a face

I’m driving I’m driving I’m driving

But I’m always still in the same place

 

Every bus stop comes early

But every bus arrives late

The only time I’ve moved somewhere

Is when seeing the look on a face

Of breathing finally by choice

And not out of habit or race

Of breathing finally by choice

Just because you’re enjoying the taste

Every morning comes early

When it’s something else waking me up

And every night feels an eternity

When life’s as dreamy as counting sheep’s fluff

 

It all seems like a dream to me

I can barely remember the past

The only time I feel alive

Is when I discover something at last

Every death will come early

And every life will seem fast

But every once in a moment

I can feel something greater than me laugh

Every once in a moment

I feel something that made all this worth it

So despite all your chasing for perfect

For perfectly edgeless and sad

You’ll never swap prudence for bullshit

No matter how much you like boring and bad

You can make this life journey as harrowing as you like

But I have already had fun

And you will never be able to take away that

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