kind of a poem, kind of not

things are not always right

a lot the worst person ends up on the top 

and we all fall off the deep end

and try to live but don't know how

it's good

because hard things make better people

and suffering allows for greater joy

from smaller things.

and we find humility

and realize that we are really not that important

but just part of a field of grass

and it all blows grows and lives and dies.

we weren't created for here

and the joy is but fleeting.

we can find though in hope and love

and the love is all that matters

we ask God for things we know will hurt a lot

and we live in ways without counting the cost

but the days just keep coming

and the shepherd is always watching over the flock

i think i don't know anything

but that the wisdom of the world is complete shit

but we know how to hope and we know how to pray

so we should be fine for today