I know I’m mostly on my own
And nervous when I’m not.
The heavy heart to which I’m prone
Is known to be my lot.
And knowing that I didn’t make
The most of what I had
Reflects the knowledge that each ache
Is proof life’s going bad.
And yet I’m not the things I know
But that which knows, instead.
As such, I’m like a stream in flow,
Not one that once stops dead.
What’s more, I’m like an evergreen
With an endless and eternal mien.
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