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?
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