we don't know
what the day brings, or night,
or the weeks
beyond
our reach.
we don't know much
about anything to tell
you the truth.
we live on faith.
love is a mystery.
work
is endless.
we count pennies.
save dimes.
hope for the best, hope
that our bodies
and minds
hold it all together
for the long run.
sure,
we've got books and lessons,
schools
and parents,
but for the most part
we're clueless
as to what lies ahead.
we're only sure
of one thing, and one
thing only.
we live this life,
then
we're dead.
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