Another Poem

I think worrying about the future is useless, yet I do it anyway. Maybe a day will come when everything will be clear and the pieces will all fall into their designated areas - but today is not that day.

I could not sleep last night for fear of the future.

Darling, he said,

don’t let what is to be ruin what is.

I was never one to make plans and keep them

All I knew was,

Failure is not an option

Failure is not an option.

(If you say failure one too many times, it starts sounding plausible.)

Do you think there are people out there who have their whole life figured out-

and if so, do you think they’re happy?