Ready for anything
Ready for Spring
Prepped for new ambitions
Prepped for new missions
Sunrise beckons hordes of crows
Dew on the grass reflecting sun rays
Trash from a car poured on to the street
All evident to my all powerful gaze
My mind is a blank slate
Waiting to be filled
New and old rush in
Begin the thrill
Tears on my cheeks
Wisened and wrinkled
Years on my skin
With vigour still mingled
To all holidays I remain quite numb
A day is another day on the calendar
But a day can be useful for building an empire
The little one I call my blastometer
~ Gunnar Våken
