Listen to what mama says
We are fools who rush in
with sweetness comes attachment
with change comes resentment
Feel grounded and know what's
right for you
You are standing on the cusp
of what greatness, what success lures.
More people will love you tomorrow
than today
I don't mind that, I'm proud to say.
Who is it that decides what future holds?
Who is it that knows what is true?
Tomorrow will be another day
The sun will rise and farmers awake
Food will be served for breakfast
Croissants and coffee or
what for brunch?
Let's wait and see what stomach wants
Unknown ambushes taunts and haunts
Fear not what tomorrow holds
Change is constant
but together behold.