I like to write in the morning,

before reality – sets in.

I like to write in the morning,

before I recall what –

logically, probably, certainly – ain’t happenin’

I like to write in the morning,

when they day is

– still untouched.

Then, anything is possible,

And any dream’s attainable.

I like to write in the morning,

before the birds begin their words,

when stars are still out,

when the coffee is hot (decaf for lent, Kylie).

Fresh mind.

No stress.

No fear to interfere.

Only hope

– in the morning.

I like to write in the morning,

’cause that’s when I dream the biggest dreams.

When the improbable feels tangible,

when I feel unstoppable –

That’s why I like to I write in the morning.