Morning musings 1

 Will it be tough for me? I always have this tendency to start anything with a question. There is always the first time. first time to wake up early. First time for rediscovering yourself. First time for every single thing you know knew you were meant to do. 

And then there are habits you know you cannot quit. So, there are lay ins. like today. I was meant to wake up around 5 in the morning. instead, my eyes popped open around 7. Two hours just vanished. Thank goodness, the habit of writing a poem or believing myself to write one, pretending to make a good work at it- still lingered on. 

The story 
Was inked
By the night 
Over the Dawn Sky
In wispy thin clouds.

Until the Sun came
And melted them all
Leaving on memory
Of blotted Night.

Does Life speak
Of similar stories
Written and Erased
By our hands?

What I am today
Might get over
Replaced by,
A 'newer' me?

The question hangs
Heavy, this morning
One of the many to 
come this way.

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