Bend And Break (From, The River Sings On) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

You are in the light,
When in the morn you wake;
Lost your dream's flight,
In the new daybreak.
Don't you suffocate,
When you meet reality;
Simple means and complicate,
From the mere absurdity.

You are on the go,
With the morning bright;
Going to and fro,
Till you make things right.
Meetings on the other side,
Will have to wait again;
You need to set astride,
What reality might enchain.

This old world has its look,
Waiting for a new life;
You might bend its hook,
If you work and strife.
Meet again the morning,
When you wake up fresh;
Longings from night yearning,
Will be faced with less.