I never knew what’s happening
heaven!
is this a right way for a kid to grow up?
the world is making faces at me
its expressions shift so rapidly
so suddenly.
nothing depends on me
the strings I can pull
are made of wax & thin rubber
snapping
or giving way so easily.
bang!
you can foresee nothing
you can expect
but feebly.
and yet
this same world
is giving you countless cozy nooks
magic islands in the sea
where you can curl up
& see things indescribable
sweet miracles happening
warmth & kindness ruling boundlessly
great great abundance of everything
everything
& even more
until it’s all washed down again
by another untimely tide,
leaving but wrecks on the shore.
till the next time.
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