When night screams
wake your morning
And day-drums
beat your soul,
Shining hope
of new day dawning
Darkens half of what
seems whole.
Don't worry
about have-nots
When you haven't
time to spare,
Don't fret
about haven't gots
Seems you haven't
got a care.
So seek not
what you wanted,
And hand back
what you hold,
Give every thought
a minute for
Each second
to unfold.
sinnaminsun 2010
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