I will figure all
of this out,
this thing called life.
The in’s
the out’s
the sudden
left hand turns.
Knowing that it all
will end up taking us
somewhere.
In the end,
does it really
matter,
if we have
all of the answers,
and have missed
the most important
thing of all.
That life is for the living,
not those who
live amongst the dead.
Who will believe it?
Who will know?
Who can understand?
In the end,
I don’t think that it really
matters.
It is all good.