It’s earlier than people think.
The clock is not so fast
As those who sleep but not a wink
And tell themselves it rockets passed.

It’s earlier than “I’m too late”,
If you keep your choices checked.
For eagerness might make you wait
Regardless of your will’s effect.

It’s earlier than “Oh my God!
I’ve lost the score of life
And all the things I should have ought
And all the ways to spend my time.”

It’s earlier and beautiful
To wake up with the dew,
Give in to your memory’s pull,
And worship all the life in view.