Who knows?

 

It’s never as pretty.

It’s never as ugly.

It’s never as healthy and never as sick.

 

It’s never as dirty.

It’s never as clean.

It’s never as slow and never as quick.

 

It’s never as good.

It’s never as bad.

It’s never as true or false as you think.

 

It’s never as smooth.

It’s never as coarse.

It’s never as near or far from the brink.

 

You’re born of your parents

and share in their fate,

or so it might seem when days come on slow.

 

You’re pulling the load.

You’re on your way there.

But really you only want to let go.  

 

You’re smiling today.

You’re saddened tonight.

You’re doing your best and, fuck it, who knows?