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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