I fear tomorrow will rob me of everything I cherish today, counting sorrows in advance as though misery could be hoarded and stacked like unwanted treasure
I fear tomorrow will rob me of everything I cherish today, forgetting that the sunlight of today I squandered whenever tomorrows’s storm is rehearsed too early
I fear tomorrow will rob me of everything I cherish today, every heartbeat is dissolved like salt in water when poisoned with fantasies of loss and still the mind repeats its senseless refrain…
I am already miserable from tragedies that have not yet happened, for the disasters we conjure in silence are often harsher than those the world ever delivers
I am already miserable from tragedies that have not yet happened, and a soul can wear itself thin rehearsing grief that may never arrive
I am already miserable from tragedies that have not yet happened, wasting present sweetness on sorrow drafted from unwritten script until the heart whispers again…
I cannot enjoy what is present while dreaming of what may never arrive, we deny our hands from the future, we deny our hands the fruit within reach
I cannot enjoy what is present while dreaming of what may never arrive, forgetting that nothing is promised but the breath already passing through our chest
I cannot enjoy what is present while dreaming of what may never arrive, that jot belongs to those who drink from the stream now instead of changing mist…
Let tomorrow speak itself when it finally arrives, does the tree refuse blossom because winter may return or he finds rest even amid uncertainty
Let tomorrow speak itself when it finally arrives, they spend themselves fully in the hours given, indifferent to what fate might follow
Let tomorrow speak itself when it finally arrives, for life is squandered only by those who clutch too tightly at shadows and nature’s lesson thunders softly…
So let the worrier rehearse his grief, wasting double the life he was given
Rest belongs not to the anxious who scatter themselves across an imagined future
The one who grips the present firmly and lets tomorrow knock when it must
Peace belongs to those who labor now and refuse to be slaves to tomorrow
