that all of the things that we have been told,
that we can all be big winners.
that we can have it all.
that all that we have to do,
is just believe in ourselves,
and everything is simply going to be alright.
well it really doesn't work that way,
at least not in my world.
it is still true,
that in order for someone to win,
someone has to loose.
that for every big winner
there is one hundred big losers.
they don't tell you
about the heartache of a love gone bad,
or no love at all.
of the dead end jobs,
and the weeks,
when the money is short
and the bills are long.
when the hunger
of whatever are hunger may be called,
becomes almost to much to bare,
but we try to keep it all moving,
in the hope,
that it will all work itself out,
before we get to old to enjoy it.