Exuberance
Preponderance of something great
That hope for the seemingly better
That hope for the audaciously sane

Slumber and everything
Betrothed to it
But the choice lies on
These wide-eyed depths
Consciously paddling through
These waves of stubborn crests

The choice to open the eyes
Despite the stabbing rain
To inhale the putrid and toxic
Back-alley smells, tastes
To open the arms and legs for
Hearts to bend, hearts to mend