Showtime Poem by babylon patrol

The misty dawn is coming in,
Relax: receding is the night;
The cold, blue air is free of sin,
The clouds start shining bright.

The grass & trees are uninviting wet.
Humanity is dreaming, sleeping still.
The light is dim, no sign of sun as yet.
This is the time that is most free of will.

For those for whom life is utility
There is no reason to be now alive
But for the either deeply bound of free
This is their perfect time to inward strive.

The solitary morning star is last to go
It’s mission done – it’s shown direction –
Gather your open heart & bow down low,
Brace yourself for a world of action.