Love is Lonely

Right Things

Right Things
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I suppose this is the part where we

play responsible adults,

we face the world as it really is,

we join hands, and I

try really really hard to say and do

the right things

now that would be something,

wouldn’t it?

you glower at me in that

“why don’t you just grow up?”

sort of way of yours

and, of course, you have some point

but would I be blowing anyone’s gaff here

if I were to point out

we’re all just pretending,

everything here’s an illusion,

we’re really still in a sandbox,

fighting over plastic toys, coloured pieces

of candy, and who ‘owns’ what corner

of the sandbox,

and who the hell are we kidding,

why do we go on pretending,

and why do we think we really know

how the world works

and we’re completely lost

and we all just want to

curl up into a ball and cry

and we know Time isn’t on our side

so we just make it up as we go along

and maybe things will work out, sort of?

– you give me a sharp jerk on the arm

so I guess it’s time I buck up

and face what everybody seems to agree

are the ‘facts’….