It's time again.
Tomorrow is,
A heavy day.
The dusk so soon,
The dawn no boon.
Have what you may,
The coming day.
Figure the words,
To never say.
Simmer the sun,
The coming day
Jest the folly,
Wave spirits away.
The despair is for,
The coming day.
Anticipate high,
It will betray.
Your wishes for
The coming day.
To offer the soul,
To nothing's play.
Is simply part of
The coming day.
And gone are they,
Time, effort, way
To fix the frays
Of the coming day.
~•~
Anyone else hate the feeling of knowing nothing about the future? Sure one's past actions have a part to play in the future but they can never fully prepare anyone for what's to come.
And isn't that marvellously maddening! This is to everyone who's trying to "fix the frays of the coming day"
How about try letting go just once.
-Darkcueink(29/05/19)
