Fresh Start
Every day we wake up
We fill ourselves up, and the smell of roasted coffee is strong enough to punch you
We leave our house, and count calories
Each calorie is an enemy, yet still a friend
We walk up and down, until you run out
We return to our home only to stress more
The screaming kids, the barking dog
this could make you faint of terror
You think again "what am I doing with my life?"
But as a parent you are creating will, joy, sweetness, and life
We sleep and we get our fresh start for tomorrow
We run, we hop all the way till noon
The sun sets and we watch a breathtaking view of orange and yellow in the sky
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