For a Bit

Why are you still alive and here
To encounter these words again,
These words that you already know,
Albeit from different patterns?

Who leaves the world a better place?
Is it better now than it was?
Was that better than before that?
Was that better than earlier?

And who leaves for a better place?
What happy postcards get sent back?
Maybe what makes everything worse
Is insisting that there’s better,

Better back then, better future,
Better over here, over there.
There’s a lot of shifting, for sure,
Even tossing on your pillow,

Squirming where you sit. There’s a lot
Of that’s better or no that’s worse,
But the adjustments never quit.
Accept that; you might feel better.