Sunrise

The hands run late on the clock
'tis the hour of the dead walk
n'vermind the things that were
the time is now to spin the blur

The laurels to put to rest,
discard that dull, stained crest
put down the beholden crown
now's the time to swim or drown

New horizons to catch the sun
new heights to touch and run
the hands run late on the clock
'tis the hour of the new walk