
In a world that chased bones not yet thrown,
A Shiba chose the quiet, alone.
While others planned for storms ahead,
He napped in steam and broke no tread.
“Don’t you fear what lies ahead?”
“Not while this sky stays calm,” he said.
He sipped his cola, watched clouds drift—
No golden leash. No future shift.
So if you worry, if you fret,
Remember: the future’s not here yet.
And even if it never comes through—
The now is real. And so are you.
With tail at ease and thoughts that slow,
He walked nowhere, but let the moment glow.

In a world that chased bones not yet thrown,

A Shiba chose the quiet, alone.

While others planned for storms ahead,

He napped in steam and broke no tread.

“Don’t you fear what lies ahead?”

“Not while this sky stays calm,” he said.

He sipped his cola, watched clouds drift—

No golden leash. No future shift.

So if you worry, if you fret,

Remember: the future’s not here yet.

And even if it never comes through—

The now is real. And so are you.

With tail at ease and thoughts that slow,

He walked nowhere, but let the moment glow.
