Passofftimistic

We don’t hope for the best.
We don’t expect the worst.
We’ve seen it get better,

And then again better,
And then abruptly worse.
We like to see progress,

As progress counts for us.
That’s not the same as trust.
We have no idea why

So many draw straight lines
Into the dirt or up
To the sky, or perfect

Geometric cycles,
As if it all comes back.
Nothing comes back. It goes,

And new stuff comes around,
And then that goes as well.
Passed on is gone, passed off.