Dawnings
So many
By Nicholas Hooper
So many thoughts
So many oughts
So many musts
Mist up my mind
How can I do
What should be done?
Where is my joy?
Where is my fun?
This comes and
That comes and
He wants and
She wants and
Sand falls from
Hand falls from
Air falls from
There
Where can I make
What so should be made?
Where can I find
What’s so on my mind?
What is my path
Now that I have returned?
Back to that place where
My wealth was earned
This comes and
That comes and
He wants and
She wants and
Sand falls from
Hand falls from
Air falls from
There
But
How sure am I
That this reach for the sky
Is a reach for the good
Is a reach for my should?
And
Why should I do
What brings wide smiles to you?
When my soul aches for something
I lost in this stew
This comes and
That comes and
He wants and
She wants and
Sand falls from
Hand falls from
Air falls from
There
How can I help
A sad world that is ailing?
How can I pay
For a system that’s failing?
How can I stand by
And watch this earth die?
As the future unfolds
And young life my hand holds
This comes and
That comes and
He wants and
She wants and
Sand falls from
Hand falls from
Air falls from
Here
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About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano, I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”
— Nick Hooper