Fear what ?

My mind bursts like the storm,
I still remain calm,
as a camel
crossing a desert
that does not promise rain

I stopped counting
the days behind me
started cherishing

the morning,
the noon
the night
in front of me

The storm plays...
I play along with it

In realisation that no matter what man does,
death is
his final destination

So fear what?
Death?
has never missed
a single appointment

Tomorrow?
I’ve never met it.
And today, is already leaving.