All day, I waste my time thinking about tomorrow,
Before I know it today becomes my past.
All night, my mind wanders into what could be,
So tell me what could possibly be real.
See, I waste my time just worrying about what 'should' and 'might',
The clouds in my mind blind me from my sight.
So have faith in whatever it is that might be real to you,
I'm telling you now, sorrow, I'm walking out your door. AB
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