When you hope things actually work
the way they are supposed to
and they don’t.
The scrambling to pick up the pieces
in order to mitigate the damage
and keep some semblance of routine going.
When your heart is full of worries
and all you can do is be sympathetic
instead of being selfishly cruel.
I wonder where the bottom is
when you think you already hit it?
Saturn's Premier Poet 