TOMORROW IS WATCHING
TOMORROW IS WATCHING
By
Ikechukwu Frank
The night is loud with laughter,
The streets glow like fireflies—
Your heart races with the thrill of now,
But tomorrow is already watching.
Every choice a seed,
Planted in secret soil,
The soil of your life,
Where your future will grow—or rot.
That reckless kiss,
That idle word,
That borrowed thrill—
They are architects of regret.
The clock ticks,
But you hear only the drum of desire.
Pause. Look. Listen.
Your future whispers in the wind:
“I am fragile. Handle me with care.”
The youth may dance,
The youth may run,
But the wise run with vision,
And dance with destiny in mind.
Do not let today’s fireworks
Burn the bridge you will need tomorrow.
The stars will fade,
The laughter will quiet,
But your life will remember
Every moment you threw away
Chasing shadows of pleasure.
Rise. Choose. Build. Guard.
Let your excitement fuel your dreams,
Not destroy them.

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