The first conscious breath you take when you wake
The first light you see when your eyes open
You know not how this came to be.
Everyday is the same routine, waking to pursue something.
And in your bid to achieve success, you forget how you came to be.
Now the day is done, and you lay to rest,
But not before you ponder on tomorrow’s hustle
You forget, tomorrow has plans of its own.
When peace comes riding gracefully on sleep’s back
Hoping on the Grace of The Higher Power
Unaware and unsure of what tomorrow holds
You unconsciously drift into tranquility.
Do not be deceived you have no power of your own
Just let the Divine take charge and make the change.