The Dawn

A brand new day when comes the dawn
Should wash away the troubles gone.
But a brand new day, such isn't the case
When the feeling remain, securely placed.

These feelings, secure, are far from placid,
And daily they'll burn like caustic acid.
They must be addressed with the baser ways,
Such as apologies, and love, and praise.

And the pH, it goes, will return to neut.,
For such a balance is found to be good.
It's not sour, nor is it bitter,
Nor will it be known as a splitter.

The clouds may mar a perfect sky,
But clouds cover the blue with a lie.
So as the sun arises today anew,
So arises new me for the same sweet you.