Resolution

Sometimes my eyes are wide open
As if I can see every detail.
From the outline of the passing clouds
To a speck of dirt on my shoe.

I breathe and taste every bead of dew.
Hear pin drops in the prattling streets
As buildings cut into the crisp morning sky
Full of flocking birds and possibilities.

I must ignore all hostilities
Where conscience is fighting for a place.
Realise that there is no meaning grand or morose.
Shut out all voices of dissent once heard

And heed these words
"Alive. You are alive my friend."
There is a certain solace in the dawn
That make me cherish its sharpened view.

Just one single moment to cling to.