I dread for tomorrow’s day:
Not afraid that I won’t see it,
But afraid of what I might see.

I can’t see what you’re thinking;
I can’t change what you’ll do -
But I must change to adapt to you.

This never ending fear
Won’t dissolve or go away,
Until I’ve reached the end.

This ghost will haunt me till I die
Because as its creator,
only I can destroy it.