Why Agonise What Tomorrow Brings

Why worry, child? Why cry? Why panic on your way to school? Clinch every friendly hand that comes your way, Never let one day get away. Why anguish, burning in fire Why fear a brush with death? Embrace life's purple, rosy briar. The thorn is all it can possess. Why agonise; what tomorrow brings Why distress at the sorrow of your demise? Look, look into my eyes. See how my smile can't be marginalised? Why torture yourself with remorse? Why wrestle with your consciousness? This jigsaw isn't ready for completeness. It is much better to stay happily divorced.