
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

Wonderfully calm
sunrise on an empty beach
board-waxing surfer

We seek good fortunes
in the depths of our oceans
even at world’s edge.

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

In smug godliness
I look down at skyscrapers
hundred floors above