Getting There

The sun shines- or it doesn't. The day goes good- or it won't. You rise and smile- or you just can't. No matter; either way the alarm groans and the old home moans, while in the mirror water drips down your face and, like yesterday, the day will get dirty the hours beset and, you'll ask questions without answers. Still, you will come back. Come back to this, because humanity turns... and turns and turns and turns on the axle of wonder, going somewhere no one knows nor understands; but still, always moving, getting there.