New Normal...

I’m afraid of the new normal,
I’m afraid of uncertainty.
This talk of the future, of dates
I’ll no longer be alive strikes terror.
Are people looking forward to the
day of my passing? Are they saying
that the world will be better
without me? Why talk to me
of the future if I won’t be here?
Today is fraught with troubles,
yesterday is history and
tomorrow is unpredictable.
Isn’t that enough? I lay awake
at night trying to know the unknown.
My mind gets fractured, comes
apart and flys in endless directions,
to be collected in a vessel unnamed,
by a spirit unseen,
for a purpose undisclosed.
In the morning, I think different
thoughts, see different visions
and hear different voices. I feel
the same and different at the
same time. I’m two different people,
me and a clone of me. Me of today,
still fearful and full of foreboding.
Me of tomorrow, blind to the future
and numb to it’s possibilities.
Please don’t speak of the new normal.