All you walkers of dawn

Godspeed, all you walkers of dawn.
Hope the woods make more sense than the world.
Life seems so much better when the morning chill,
creeps up on you like an old lover you haven't seen in a while.

Happy and confused I stand,
bearing thoughts and dreams,
I'll never complete or achieve.

Doesn't mean I won't try till my bones break and my lounges can't provide me with enough air to say:

"I think I like you..."

without turning me in to a stranger you once spent some time with, when the new world seemed to offer you nothing but cold, bitter and angry moments over weak coffee and expensive cigarettes. When all people seemed scary or dumb, subject to jokes funny enough to strain our stomachs and voices.

Godspeed, all you walkers of dawn.
Option lies between the wet trees and the bright light of a new day.

Today might prove to be your best.
Today might prove to be your worst.
Funny. Even though it may hold nothing more for me than bitter moments of confusion and eternity in solitude, I still crave that sunrise.

It calms me.