Nothing has never been scheduled,
but the power of the question.
Itself, the world makes no sense,
without scheduling it doesn’t.
And it’s not the freedom to think,
or even the calmness of free will.
It goes deeper inside with no trace,
so people use to believe what they don’t.
When hopes become the sole odds,
when the odds become triggered defeats.
And so, people will forever value and worry,
but what’s the beginning and the end?
The past seemed to not be determined,
and the future; yes; it does.
You all forget your past was your future,
and your present never dies.
Arriving to the conclusion of non-caring about that,
to just live or feel comprehensive about your now.
And never about your after or before,
exclusively about your then.
This could lead you to madness.
So what’s the right thing?
Should I care about?
I am not frightened,
I am just curious.
But nobody seems to believe it.
