No One Knows Tomorrow Poem by Matt Starking

No one knows tomorrow, as it remains concealed,
In intricate mysteries only future can reveal.
A tapestry weaved with threads of uncertainty,
Unveiling secrets, yet to be seen.

Today's sun may shine with radiant grace,
But what lies ahead, in the unknown space?
Will storms of despair darken our sky,
Or hope's gentle breeze make spirits fly?

No one knows tomorrow, the paths it will take,
The choices we make, the risks we will take.
Will we stumble upon success or face defeat,
Will our lives be embraced by love or fleet?

The page of time turns with every sunrise,
Intriguing possibilities, yet to our surprise.
For destiny's whispers go unheard by our ears,
The answers concealed, shrouded in fears.

But let not this uncertainty breed despair,
For tomorrow's arrival is a gift, rare.
For in the enigma of tomorrow, true beauty lies,
A kaleidoscope of chances, ready to surprise.

No one knows tomorrow, for it remains unknown,
A tapestry yet to be painted, yet to be shown.
So, let us embrace the unknown's mystique,
And find solace in the possibilities it leaks.

For life's true adventure lies in the unwritten page,
Where dreams unfold, and hope gains its stage.
Let us dance with uncertainty, hand in hand,
For no one knows tomorrow, in this enchanted land.