Don't Worry Your Life Away
The sun climbs up the eastern stair to greet the morning dew,
A million possibilities are waiting there for you.
But in the quiet corners of a mind that’s wound too tight,
The shadows of a tomorrow cast a gloom upon the light.
We build ourselves a prison out of "maybe" and "perhaps,"
Constructing heavy burdens out of future-bound mishaps.
But listen to the river as it winds along its play:
Oh, darling, please, I beg of you—don’t worry your life away.
We fret about the silver coins we’ve yet to even earn,
We stress about the lessons that we haven't had to learn.
We weave a web of "what-ifs" till we’re tangled in the mesh,
Neglecting all the beauty that is vibrant, green, and fresh.
The flower doesn’t wonder if the rain will fail to fall,
It simply drinks the sunlight and it stands up straight and tall.
It blooms within the sequence of the season’s grand array;
It doesn't spend its petals trying to worry life away.
Consider how the mountain wears its crown of winter white,
It doesn't fear the summer heat or mourning for the night.
It sits in silent majesty, anchored to the floor,
While humans pace their tiny rooms and look for every door.
We’re haunted by the ghosts of things that haven't happened yet,
We’re drowning in a dry-land sea of fevered, cold regret.
But time is like a grain of sand that will not, cannot stay;
So why waste all your golden hours worrying life away?



















