A Morning Walk Home

All the warmth of

Morning
Opening up to another day
Recyclying the past
Never digesting that one day exists
Inside of all days that have come and gone
Never could have
Guessed that

We would all cross paths in
Alternate universes
Light being the literal
Killer of time

Hoping for much more than we
Or anyone ever has the right to hope for
Maybe its just that our collective
Egos want to feed to the brim again