Coping

Coping
by dan ankers


Coping, we must be joking
Why, Out of all the infinite ways
To go about our nights
And power through our days
Do we decide clam up
And barely manage getting by?
I see so many of us in the streets, it makes me start to cry

I think it takes a strong will
To live without a shell
I know sometimes it's necessary evil
Cause life is living hell
For some folks more than others
My sisters and my brothers
And if I had my druthers, we'd all be living well

Don't confuse my words; I am not judging
That's not within my rights
And I'm guilty of this sin more than I am not
As I narrow down my sights
But sometimes when I'm out and driving
Or walking down the street
I see so much potential for living, and I see my own conceit

Written upon other peoples faces
I see my own prideful disgraces
And I, too, see my fear
And it makes me want to act upon my insight
But the way is not quite clear
As I know I'm not alone in my explicit vision
I must for now just hold a mirror
Up to my own, compromised face, and be a better man from here