Uncertain

My eyes open to the world long awake before me
I try to convice myself I am needed in this place
Everymorning, everyday, every time I awake

My body begins to move in tune to the world's beat
There's a conscious effort to resist and hold my ground
Still, nature made me and she will not be denied

My mind starts its humming tune, I feel the gears shifting
I am flooded with all sorts of data, junk and otherwise
I have long discovered sorting through them is hopeless

My heart begins to throb slowly, gradually, surely
Pumping precious life into my weary and battered soul
I hear my inner voices cry in relief. In gratitude

The routine of my uncertain world