The mists of my mind are lifting

The future becomes distant

  as it should be

Focus attunes to the present

  where I find it hard to be still

Struggling to recognise

  the opportunities before me

Yearning to stay grounded

I should not be running towards tomorrow

  where romanticism robs me of clarity

  and mortality heightens anxiety

I should be digging a trench in today

  where life glitters with hope

  and reality holds out the hand of happiness

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