The churning in the pit of your stomach

Its spin, set by the thought of what might be

Tomorrow- nameless, faceless, no answers to what you ask

Staring or squinting, not sure of what you’d see

The cranial wheels relentlessly turning

As we daily struggle in search of a way to climb

The mental hills so brazenly towering

Our greatest foe- Real or imagined in the mind

For eons we have conquered the day after today

Yet nothing holds us so firmly in its thrall

Trepidation and courage fighting to hold sway

In our quest, nay! Conquest…to heed life’s call


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