Sometimes,
There is no answer
For why things happen,
Whether good,
Or downright bad;
And when it’s the latter,
One tends to wonder,
Whether one matters,
In the larger scheme
Of things
As they stand;
For if one did,
Would this have
Come to be?

Sometimes,
The things that happen,
Are not just bad,
But they are also
In essence,
Quite pointless;
They serve no purpose,
Not even
To teach one a lesson,
There are no stepping stones
To success,
Or even a semblance
Of peace.

Sometimes,
The best one can do,
Is to let go
Of the things that happened;
And one tries to,
One hopes,
That like sand
That slips through one’s hand,
Leaving no trace behind,
The bad
Will disappear;
But one may find,
That it sticks
Like mud
Instead.

Sometimes
Things happen,
At times for the good,
And at times for the bad;
It’s so much better,
If one steps
Into each new day,
Knowing that always,
There is something
Waiting to unfold,
Something waiting to happen.

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