Morning of Adventure

Morning of adventure
Hangs heavy
With anticipation
Of what’ll happen
What’ll come to be
By the time
The rising sun
Dips below
A distant horizon
Spirits are high
But yet
Hesitation creeps in
A fear of the unknown
What if it’s not wonderful
What if it actually sucks
And fights occur
Dashing hope and dreams
Of an unloved future
The only way to know
Would be to go
And live the trip
Live the adventure
Live life

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