morning do

Awake eyes race minds down paths of no end. Chases of fancy, flights to satisfy an urge. The horizon holds a constant cup of overflowing possibility. Swim upstream to bathe in waters untainted by doubt and second thought. Like the zen mind of a salmon, undeterred by the deep-seeded understanding of the imminence of death, life purpose must be fulfilled. Achievements unlocked in the most intimate sense. A heart, a head, a body, a soul. Components of a greater composition, dying to live the life they were meant to.