Maybe rise on the wrong side

Maybe rise on the wrong side of bed, And sip some juice, not coffee, instead — Then turn your steps a different way, Where something new might bloom today. Do all things new upon this day: Begin at the end, see what comes through. In every trifle, small or slight, Find meaning pure and shining bright. Do what no one would think you might, And laugh where once you wept at night. The weight of sorrow soon will fade, And sun will shine where rain once played. Step from the path that fate assigned, Leap off the track that held your mind — You’ll see a world both strange and sweet, Where life and wonder truly meet.