Medicine for your mojo

Where's tomorrow
Why should I borrow
Happiness from such a place
When I can create it all today
When we think upon the future
We're deluding
Ourselves to the fact of what truly is
The present
Only way to measure
Our progress
Is to count all which blesses
Deal with all the stresses
Our minds are portals
We choose what to put through them
So please for your sake
Don't lose yourself in illusion
Keep moving past the acidic traps
Planted by those who've truly crashed
Burned
Instead of lessons
They simply yearn
Forgive em, victims, bridges burned
Find your purpose and keep your word