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THE WHATEVER POEM
No would have,
Could have,
Should have.
No what if,
Or if only.
I try to live my life
With no regrets.
Don't remember,
Just forget
Everything
I've done and heard,
And all that I have
Seen and learned.
Que Serra,Serra,
They say.
Let it be,
And come what may.
And you can't look back,
You can't turn around,
Or you'll miss something else
That's coming down
Around the corner,
Around the bend.
A new line begins
At every line's end.
And for each door that closes,
Another one opens.
And every death
Leads to rebirth.
And so on,
And so forth.
And the world just keeps spinning
And turning
Its cycle,
It's course.
Dizzy and nauseous
And tossing us
Like marionettes
Tied to strings of fate
And pain and greed
And love and hate.
And I think I need
To get away.
But there's not much I can do,
For I am only one person
Who can't even change the things
In my own life,
Much less the world.
So I just stand here,
Defenseless,
In front of a mirror,
And take a long,
Hard
Look at myself,
Wondering if there's anything that can be done
To change myself
Or the world today.
But I realize there's not,
Or not much,anyway.
So I just say "WHATEVER!",
And walk away.
