The Fear Of The Uncertain Tomorrow

I'm constantly thinking about the fear of the uncertain tomorrow... not being able to gain strength and conquer it with a mind so narrow. Living in solitude wasn't too pleasant it deepens if there's no control over it; in this lonely dimension I grew up, with a philosophy of a loveless pup! I often wished for amorous affections, dedicating myself to my chosen one; did it materialize or vanished as others did to allow a freedom without any desire? Time doesn't slow down for concessions, it turns into a violent and devastating twister that leaves a desolate land to future dangers... warning the living that nothing will glister! Whoever plans the future with great expectations will certainly know delusion, a taste of bitterness; while the fear for the uncertain tomorrow grows: can prayers offer hope and relieve the pain of a loss?