I was at my usual light on the underpass, waiting for it to turn green so I could get on the freeway on my way to work. I had the top down and I could hear all the amplified sounds of the cars passing by me constantly, surely rushing to get somewhere important. Then the thought came to me: how many people are mindlessly driving right now, their sole concern to reach a certain destination, and yet they will never make it? How many people right now have no idea that this is the last time they will see the sun shining upon them, that this is the last time they will desire something, love someone, look forward to something? Will I be one of those people someday? Will I be one of those people today?
This simple poem came from that thought, the tragic idea that we do not know when all the sounds will stop. A valuable lesson in cherishing every single second of life we still have. Never dismiss a perfectly good sunrise.