Holding on to life with clenched fist
Worrying unnecessarily over this
Having sleepless nights over that

Why get thrown here and there like a dart
Mind wavering like a piece of feather
Blown haphazardly by the wind

Clinging to the past
Bothered about that which is to come
Missing out on the beauty of the now

Trading a firm ground for sinking sand
Wishing to turn back the hands of time
If only he would live in the moment

And let tomorrow take care of itself
It's not a sin to plan for the days ahead
But now is the only time we have
Who says tomorrow is guaranteed