Feeling a little whitman, this morning . . . .

Good Morning!
The time is now for full freshed plans
that have taken root in the rotted soil
of past indulgence. Time is now
for backtracked lethargy to turn
and step into the new spirit of change
and adoption and haste and meaning.
Forward into sharp clarity, away
from fuzzy self-absorbed meandering.
The sky is coloring at last with roses
and shades not seen, the teaming scent
of protein and shaken identity
razes all doubt and forces forward
onward soldier! onward whore! onward leader!
find new destinies, find new sins, follow
the last light and decide the future.
There is no life but this.
There is no time but this.