Sure the fatigue would come... Infiltrating the sanctity of our skin, gripping our muscles and chafes us within. Right down to the bone.
No doubt the fear of future days would eat at us raw. It would gnaw at our minds... Debilitating thoughts that would ******* no one else but our own.
Of course the seeds we've planted, mightn't see past the layer of soil in which they're embedded. Seeds hidden in the ground for future reaping... They mightn't flourish to meet the harvest and greet the hand which would welcome them full grown.
Most likely the days before us only show of dark clouds... That constantly scare us.
But today... Has time and space for us to exist. Today has a crisp sweetness wafting through the air. Firm, unwavering ground beneath our feet. So let's claim today because today is ours to keep.
Today we share the returns... Of the sweat and the tears that in the past we've sown.