It's All A Crap Shoot
You never know how much you got until you don't got it no more.
You never know.
This world is just a mystery.
If you think you know -
you’re a god damn fool
or a fraudster or worse.
We don’t know shit
yet we parade around
in our cock sure ways
thinking the sky is up
and the emperor is wearing clothes
and the chickens always come home to roost.
Don’t believe the champion won’t get whipped.
Don’t believe there is a way and a purpose.
Don’t believe in those happy endings or even
those unhappy endings.
Don’t believe anything except
after the fact and the evidence comes in
and even then doubt.
Oh yes, you can
fool yourself. Fill yourself with lies.
The shoe fits, the princess gets her prince
and the good guys win -
I don’t care, carry on with your fantasies
but don’t come running to me when
your sand castles are wiped away
by the next tsunami or
your ship never comes in but
sinks and you die alone on
the iceburg you built yourself.
You just never know
how long you got or
what’s around the corner.
All the prophets and scientific geniuses
know less that the lowest lymphocite
roaming around in a bloodfilled ocean
that we believe we made and control
our selves.
Don’t kid yourself that you got
the long end of the stick
and you have time to get all your
ducks in a row.
Doesn’t matter,
it’ll happen as it happens and
without your permission or doing
or prayers or joystick
doing its fantastical thing.
It’ll happen when it happens.
Or maybe not.
Watch out for those falling pianos.
Watch out for those halos.
Watch our for the wolves with wool mitts.
Watch out for the wind rising.
Watch out for everything for
you never know what’s going to happen.
Nobody knows. That’s how it goes.
and
That’s all I ecclesiastically know.
RIP Kelvin Kiptum - it is all I got, this off the cuff, quickly written and puffed poem of pretence. I don’t know shit.
Too true - a great lesson in why we should embrace life, warts and all, and take none of it for granted