But signs of promise already creep. As the streetlights wink into sleep.
Headlights pierce the dusty dawn, Day workers on the move.
As the car tires slide into old familiar grooves. Ghostly shadows appear everywhere, Sounds of motion amplified. Before him lies a day unsimplified. And the going can be rough. Amidst the moans, groans and protestations, The hearty get going because reality makes 'em tough.