Always wanting
Never having
Always crying
Sometimes smiling
Even laughing
Always living, letting,
Wishing, spending,
Lending, giving
Learning asking
Yearning basking
Known for bending
Waiting on endings
But rumors said we’re never dying
And what a drag if we’re not lying
And what if she’s not manic
And what if she is
Anyway at least she’s trying
Working with a little wild magic
What if not depressive
Neither on the edge or ledge
Of any imagined borderlines
Not anything so tragic
Maybe she’s always exactly right
On time every time
Maybe it doesn’t matter anyway
Because
“It’s happening now
And it always been like this”
Anyway
Look at the clouds
At how they kiss.
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