Dawning Creations

Repeat and repeating.
Same on, it’s so long.
For now, I can’t predict
what’s happening here thereafter.
Keeping my fingers crossed, like I’m telling a lie.

It’s foggy outside and too early to drive.
I’m trying to make up for the things that I live for.
Sometimes I don’t know what I’m trying for.

The sun is rising over the hills.
There’s more to come.
I’m awaiting the thrills.
Can I just press fast forward?

Repeat and repeating the same things.
Speaking and seeming polite to be
puzzled and troubled here with you.
Making a little less of a mess here with you.

I’ve got my fingers crossed.
Am I telling a lie?
I’ve got my fingers crossed.
Can you please tell me why?