I don't know exactly what a prayer is--
Who to appeal to.
Things merely are, and
I merely am.
I exist and I experience.

What comes tomorrow is not born
As time is not static.
It is growing, and I watch
The cinema of life unfolding.
I am a witness to the unknown,
Meeting strangers everyday,
Constantly replaced by the next novelty.

Tomorrow is not something you walk into,
But a doorway you stand in.
The second each moment comes,
It is going.

The only thing to be doing is right now.