Accept me for what I am, completely unacceptable.
Not only don't I know what tomorrow will bring, I'm still not entirely certain what yesterday brought?
What should I do if my problems aren't all solved by the time I die?
The future seems to be in good hands, it's the past I'm worried about.
If I can survive death, I can probably survive anything.
When you plan a journey from your mind into mine, remember to allow for the time difference.