redefinition of the day

the storm that comes is not the one we need
here all alone we know the empty heart
upon our minds the anxious thoughts will feed

what's left to know is but the magic deed
which makes the prestidigitator smart
the storm that comes is not the one we need

wise gardeners tell the flower from the weed
uproot the latter and throw it on the cart
upon our minds the anxious thought will feed

life is the force that makes each of us bleed
but no one dares to tell us at the start
the storm that comes is not the one we need

too late the dancers begin to take heed
the clouds are doing their predestined part
upon our minds the anxious thought will feed

life's far too short to give in to vile greed
instead we need to choose our proper art
the storm that comes is not the one we need
upon our minds the anxious thought will feed