
I face the morning
golden sunrise warms my soul
sea spray on my lips

I face the morning
golden sunrise warms my soul
sea spray on my lips

Like giant towers
city centre attractions
lies—hidden, not gone

Sun shines on my desk
a city in the distance
I will be here, free

Voluminous curves
heart-pumping adrenaline
climbing volcanoes

I climb a mountain
rage, rage against the dying
feel alive again