It’s all a mess
It might get worse
I’m starting to wonder if we’re under a curse
She’s mad at him
He’s frustrated with her
Then there’s the one seeing life through a blur
This one’s on their phone
Pretending nothing’s happened
And the daydreamer’s thinking hope is back in
One little frustration
And more pop up
They keep piling and piling until we all erupt
That person’s overworked
This one doesn’t work hard enough
And no one gets answers, so we’re all kind of stuck.
And when the unexpected happens
Again and again
No one looks forward to what’s around the bend
So what do you do when there’s no end in sight?
No land on the horizon?
No hope to help you sleep at night?
Some will jump ship.
Find their own way
But for those who can’t
They sail day by day.
All you can do
is keep doing your best
This is life, as we know,
It puts you to the test
You’ll get put through the ringer
Get buried in the sand
But, hey, at least you’ve found land.
All you can do on some of the days
Is find the small victories
A reason to say “hooray!”
And despite him and her
and the dreamer over there
There’s a reason to believe things will get better
Hope is all we have to spare.
And maybe, in the end
You’ll look back at the mess
And see a mosaic
And have no regrets
nikki diekemper 