In The Moment Poem by Steven Robinson

A tune plays in my mind, I slowly wake, and a habit gets me out of bed,
I stagger, wiping sleep form my eyes, a new day if forming.
My day depends on my feelings and the thoughts in my head,
I look forward to the day I have created from observing my morning.

The morning's dew is like a carpet laid out for me as if I am royalty,
the noise of the traffic beckons me to follow.
I try to blend in tune with the rush to work the battle of our mortality,
I think of living beyond the highway dreaming of tomorrow.

I do not want to wish away my day, instead enjoy each moment of the now,
must give time to living the dream today and only planning for tomorrow.
I think of my actions and how they speak of my attitude to life and how?
To be honest I sometimes feel the sorrow, as my dreams can often feel so hollow.

Time must past and I shall not look at the clock in spite
instead, realise that my task is true, I am doing what is right.
I am doing what is meant to be, what will be true in hind-sight,
the fact is I am experiencing the path of my own true light.