Morning's Blessing

The darkness of the night
Has dispersed into thin air,
Like it never existed

Morning has come
To bless us with courage and expectations
To continue our earthly struggles
Like a race lost in time

To wake is the morning's Blessing
Those who have it,
Have lost count of death
To the expected realm of life

To be or not to be is their choice
Healthy or ill is the choice of the night
Competition is the choice of the fools
Gratitude is the weakness of those who belief

Those who think makes no sense without the Being
Who has never showed up
Nor descended upon their sufferings
Since it's the test of faith

As the morning comes,
You make your choice
Let it count, you've your breathe
The plunderer will come unannounced as always
Who knows whose turn it will be?