Over It

Is this all that life is?
A few moments of beauty
Sprinkled between
Each enveloping crisis?

A smile, a kindness
From a stranger
One can cling to and
Masquerade as meant for them?

A few failed attempts
At being loved, at loving
That crucify and
Leave you abandoned?

Is it sitting and waiting
For what were were told
"Life" was to begin?
Well I, for one, am over it.