Worry.

Often I find myself worrying about something.
If it isn’t my future, it’s the past,
If not my achievements, it’s the failures
Somehow, even when it seems impossible to do so, I will always find something to worry about.
Worry lies with me at night, rises with me and walks with me all day,
Yet I solve nothing worrying,
I worry about insurmountable mountains, yet I found them there,
I worry about heavens that won’t open up and quench the soil’s thirst, yet I have no idea where the heavens start or end,
I worry about tomorrow yet I’m already leaving yesterday’s tomorrow,
People, places, events, circumstance nothing escapes my worry yet I have no control even over now.

The sun rose and set,
The rains came and went,
My children bloomed and grew,
My dreams waited and withered,
My future is now with me,
I was too busy worrying, now it’s all gone,
So now I have to embark on a journey chasing a water drop in the river,
I must make my way down stream and hope that I can reach it before it is swallowed by the sea.
It is my only chance at living the life I lost worrying.