He paused and asked me what I planned today.
I knew that there was nothing I could say.
Before the day could not begin until it ended.
And happiness was out of reach as it descended.
Then fears unfolded like a plant that's given life
So many exquisite buds created from its strife.
And so "no plans for now" was all that I could say.
For no more was the withering, withering away.