Early morning drills anchor me, as I count those small lights and spare my anger’s way out,
Early morning drills anchor me, while I walk down the stairs as I take time my breath.
Early morning drills anchor me, until calm becomes a practiced, living thing…
Small alarms teach me, to rehearse the worst with soft hands as I clear my eyes away,
Small alarms teach me, that fear loves gaps that sometimes I refuse to scout,
Small alarms teach me, to patch the holes of my roof while the sun still holds up high…
Hard news humbles me, when countless jobs, struggling health, or luck slip through my fingers,
Hardships teach me humility, as I approach pride with caution, never letting it consume me,
Harsh news humbles me because autumn arrives sooner for those who are openly carefree…
Plain practices save me, since one good habit I do everyday beats ten loud wishes,
Plain practices save me, like one clean kick honed ten thousand times is an achievement,
Plain practices save me, seeking a direct access to my innermost emotions I cannot barely contain…
Please spare me the anguish of shock, for I return to rhythm after I stumble into my own anger,
Please spare me the anguish of shock, since I rehearse peace like a craft as I could this time at least have some hope to find,
Please guide me through overcoming these challenging situations I can barely contain and may not control my own…
• Anticipate without dread
• Prepare your own calm routes and tools
• Guard your own judgment gate
• Recover fast, not frantic state
• Stand firm as we act kindly
