Following on from the day that is gone is the night and tomorrow will come.
The almanac tells me that everything will be, alright,
the ways of this world are many and
I being docile, just
smile,
not knowing any of this, my sleep undisturbed by the wandering thoughts of the nomad.

On page fifty eight, paragraph nine,fifteenth word down on the second line is a sign, the almanac tells me that all will be fine, so
no worry, no need to hurry along, tomorrow will come
soon enough,
between the rough and the smooth the almanac soothes me
and everything seems okay.