I don’t know what tomorrow’s going to bring—
We make our plans, but they don’t always stick.
Life shifts the rules with barely any warning,
And things can go to hell real bloody quick.

I spoke to my sister of future affairs—
Who gets what, and where the lines are drawn.
But truly, who can say what’s fair or final
When fate might toss it all before the dawn?

Friendships I swore would last have cracked and faded,
Lovers I trusted left me worse than bare.
There’s no way to foresee the next betrayal—
Who’ll walk away, and who’ll pretend to care.

So here I sit and write upon the loo,
Aware no school will teach this sombre verse.
Yet if I sleep tonight and don’t awaken—
This poem won’t even earn a second curse.