It feels like things are coming together,
just so they can fall apart.
I’d like to think the pain is done,
but I know the change is no reruns.
What’s to come is to be told,
the same old same has gotten old.
No need to repeat,
no need to double down,
no need to regret,
no need for fake frowns.
If what’s to come is on it’s way
then I’ll keep waiting for that day.
Until I have to ride that wave
the happiness is here to
stave off the misdeeds,
stave off the hunger,
stave off the fear
that joy makes me stronger.