As 1am approaches with Haste, I stare in the direction of my bathroom sink; I contemplate the future. I think ahead so much that I start to feel a bit of anxiety. Will I reach this goal? Will I be where I want to be? Will there be setbacks? I do this more than one should I believe. I could be wrong. So tired, but my mind keeps me awake. Keeps taking me to that future that I know at the end of the day I control. I know obstacles will arise. I have to just be ready to overcome them. I'm such a worrier. I will end it with this. Do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Let the day's own trouble be sufficient for the.
