like most other things in life,
the words simply just aren't there.
that the best that we can hope for,
is that there will come a time,
when it will all be just right.
that the words will come,
that love will be there,
the money will be there,
that I will love my job,
that all will be right with the world.
does it really work out that way?
no it doesn't.
we have never been told about the idea,
that in order to win,
someone has to lose.
that we can all be winners,
that all that we have to do is just show up.
it really doesn't work out that way.
in order to win,
someone has to loose.
we were never told about the mind numbing effects,
of a job that we hate.
the long nights spent alone,
knowing that it was all just a great mistake.
we were never told about the empty rooms,
the empty beds,
the meals taken alone.
we were never told about not having any money,
and the rent is due.
we were never told about the hunger that will not go away,
and that it is more then just about food.
the ideas that seem so strange,
but somehow make all the sense in the world.
we were never told,
about the words that will not come,
the words that fail us,
when they do come,
make all the sense in the world,
but who is there to hear them.