A Momentary Slave

I awaken at the dawn
with the flood of morning
stealing away my senses, but I am alive.

And so, I begin my journey
and my entire being, screams out in silence
whilst the day intrudes.

I attend the meeting
and am surrounded by like folks,
and we share of our iniquities.

I skate smoothly,
not for the age of the day, nor it's temperature...
but, because it's surface is solid and smooth,

so, I embrace the day
what with all it's sunshine and thorns,
and I complain not, for it's blemishes...

because, aside from all of those distractions,
I am able to both focus and realize
that I must do the day, before the day does me.

Yet, how arrogant wouldst I be...
to suggest that I could equal the powers of the day?
For, reverence and honor should be my posture.

On the other hand, should I assume the opposite demeanor,
I would surely end up in life,
as it's "momentary slave".