April 16 : Don't Worry

Don't worry,
we all live like that.
Slowly pulling out days
from the wad of chewing gum
that is our life.
Stretching them until
they are taut
and suddenly,
they break away
(quite suddenly)
into unknown tomorrows.

And patchworked timelines
of fuzzy histories
live behind us
into clean, new days.
When all of us has been
broken and ground
into the ground
all that will remain
will make you shudder
but keep you sane
in the sorry state
of sanity that the world endorses.

And glasses of water will be drunk
and many stale meals eaten.
Cross legged some will sit
but we will sit on our haunches.

And those who run as a way of life
will never be able to stand the paunches
of men who gave up (or tried and failed)
and decided to sit down.

So, dream.
In concrete jungles
and inane conversations
piss-stained walls of remorse
silent voices once hoarse
days and months and
lives gone by;
old drops of bloods
on sanitized sheets
and ashes on somebody's
mourning mantelpiece.
Grieve silently
for the sea,
if you can.
If you know how.