When you wake up in the morning
And look at who you are,
After half an hour of cold
Beneath the quilt,
And in the mirror your face
Which hasn’t woken up yet,
With puffy eyes and tired lines
Greets you
Before you judge the day,
There you are.
Oh moon god
In all your shifting forms
Waiting for the solar angel
To breathe life into your day,
You hold the glass steady
And concentrate its rays.
There’s a fire in your mind now
Burning away the anger and the shame
And your dreams and alll that holds you back.
Then the concrete walls vanish
From all around you.
And once more
There you are:
The day.