F*** IT

You always get to a point when you say fuck it

what will be will be

and you cross some line

and let something else decide

You can’t even remember how you got to the place

but all the same there you are.

Head down

tossing a coin

or asking

but in the end

the two words come out

and again

there you are

                                             ~ Marc Carver

                                           Basingstoke, UK

One Comment

  1. Nice poem.