They say today won't happen tomorrow.
And tomorrow won't happen today.
And all we've got is this one moment now
to experience and explore anything anyhow.
Anxiety is looking ahead to tomorrow
and tomorrow never comes anyway.
So why am I always anxious, then?
Anxious as I was yesterday and am again today.
Cut me some slack, lord,
cut me some chord, or is that the reason why?
Am I too busy feeling sorry for myself?
Instead of doing what is needed this instant now, today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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