Don’t worry about me.

Don’t worry about me, keep walking to your dream.
I will get my fire started as soon as my kindling dries out.
I will dry my clothes as soon as this rain has moved on.
I will fill my rations as soon as the hunting season ends.
I will plan for tomorrow as soon as today allows me.
I will close my eyes in the remission of hardship as soon as my work here is done.
And as these notions rise from the depths of hope, the sun will soon rise on my new day, just as the night gives in, and relents it’s grip on my being.
Never worry about me, only the worn trail to your dream.
Because I am walking mine, and will meet you where our dreams cross paths somewhere in the unseen distance.
Just wait for me should you arrive first.