I wake up every morning
The sun shining the same way it always has
Though it never lights the same world twice
Touches the same skin
Lights the same eyes
Inspires the same artist
Its permanence is nothing but a series of moments
Fleeting
Like smoke
Thoughts we may have entertained or
The Self
I wake up every morning
Not to look at the sun
To contemplate it and the world below
To make sense of it all
To help you understand
To find myself
Or what that even means
I wake up
Because I have no choice

What you call cowardice
I call the only way