What Comes Tomorrow

What comes tomorrow, none can say,
A shadowed path, a clouded day.
The heart beats fast, the mind runs wild,
A future feared, yet undefiled.

Will storms arrive, will dreams decay,
Will hope be lost along the way?
Or will the dawn bring gentle light,
To chase away the endless night?

We strain to see, but still we’re blind,
The threads of fate are not aligned.
And so we wait, with trembling breath,
Half in wonder, half in death.

Yet though tomorrow stirs our fear,
Its mystery is what keeps us near.
For in the unknown, courage grows—
And only time will let us know.