Thoughts of tomorrow fill
with shadows,
And cast their fears upon
my path,
Foreboding pictures come
to mind,
Of what might be
tomorrow’s wrath.
Such foolishness, the
mind can conjure,
Living today what might
not be;
Fearing tomorrow’s unseen
fate,
By creating in them,
reality.
Today, the sun is in the
sky,
But if tomorrow, that
shall not be,
It is then, that I should
fret…
But not today, that fate
to see.
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