I thought about it and it doesn't surprise me.

The twists and turns aren't news
you can't be that way and not see it coming
the world has a jealous hand.

But which way is better?

I have no opinion on the matter,
I was once so solid in my conviction
now it feels like ducking low hanging tree limbs
under the weight of the wet blanket air
on the same walk every afternoon.

We should accept our own hand in our dramas
our ideas are bigger than our realities
and we are people and
people are
small.

The best way seems to be,
to me,
to always know whatever it is will die,
that I
and you
and we all
will
die.

So love it while its there today
but come tomorrow
don't cry when you find its
gone.