Reaching out for nothing at all,
I come back empty-handed,
but not disappointed,
I learned not to expect much –
Not even a postcard,
Not even a phone call,
Not even common decency –
and you damn sure can’t bank on miracles
ever.
Can’t bank on people either –
People burn you,
People move,
People die, but before they do they’ll lie to you
The circle of life is cruel
It morphs into a wheel
and damn can it roll,
The more I let this life get to me
the closer I get to being swallowed whole
Like when you drive past a car crash
and drive real slow, til you hear the phrase
“Nothin’ to see here, come on, let’s go folks,”
We only want to see until we get too close,
The things you see and can’t un-see –
Track marks on your friend,
Your ex telling you she was spending New Year’s Eve with someone else for the first time in four years,
The funeral service for a friend you knew since you were thirteen –
And what I’ve figured out, most importantly,
The higher the expectations, the lower every letdown leaves you feeling.
