Astound me. Bring me to my knees awash And gaping at the simple flex of dawn. Transform me. Let me clench a fist and squash My inner cynic's ostentatious yawn. Beguile me. Lavish me with primrose scent As crisp and sweet as apples freshly picked. Instill in me the purest wonderment, The joy my brain keeps trying to constrict. Pursue me. Don't allow me to deny Sensations so embarassingly true, The tears that claw unbidden from my eye When indrawn breath can knock my world askew. Alive despite each cringing second thought, I rise to meet the day, prepared or not.