Always doing everything the
easy way—
I can’t stop celebrating my life.
I’m losing people, but that’s OK.
“Losing” and “loving” are
almost the same word,
I think. One implies
the other, when I choose to do everything the easy way,
singing my song and having
my say,
living my life at the knife-
edge and exhausting people, but that’s OK.
The question is, when will I
have been doing everything the easy way
for long enough? Wouldn’t it be a big relief
if I just quit and did everything the hard way
for a change, groaning and
praying
like Job? The extent of Job’s grief
is impossible to navigate beyond, but that’s OK.
Some fine day
everyone is gonna realize what a breath
of fresh air I am when I do my thing the easy way.
I’m loving people, but that’s OK.
