There are days you wonder
why you get out of bed
"What am I doing?" you say.
"I just want to cover my head."
But then you decide
your feet have to hit the ground
somehow you've done it
inspiration has been found
It may be in the birds, the trees,
the little voices not in your head,
the smell of sweet coffee, the kiss of a love,
a day of a soul being fed
It doesn't matter if it's good or bad
tomorrow is a new day
when you pull the covers up at night
"I did it - thank goodness", you say.