Quiet mornings like these
My sickly sweet coffee, your clumsy bathroom rustlings
These intermittent periods of transition 
Quite often more pleasant than the destination 
I wish we could remain here in time, but would it still be so sweet?

Do we enjoy the peace in this moment, or just the break in between stops?
I believe I could live in this forever 
Remain just as enamored
But we are bred to believe joy does not come without suffering
So I will hurry through the dull day
Hurry to get back to you 
Looking forward to the next quiet transition 
And pray for more as the years trudge on