Morning is here again, bright and new It intimidates me by always asking, what will you do? The options are endless, but c'mon, it's me Faithful to my protective patterns is what I tend to be The concept of time weighs on me, day after day Will there ever be enough of it, and when I'm running out will I know what to say? I'd like to move forward, go forth with ease But this year is important, so don't let it be over too soon, please I'm rarely present in the moments, they pass me by The more unpleasant ones stay with me which begs the question, why? I wish I'd prioritize gratitude over comparison, but it's tricky I try to shake anxiety and envy, but they're ever-growing within me If it's up to me to choose happiness, to be full Then why do I convince myself it's out of my control? Right and wrong, everyone has their own opinions I need to place more faith in myself when it comes to maki