You Are What You Make of That

A Poem by Davidgeo

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it's alright to be okay
just okay
at whatever you do
or becomes of you

over time
the air is still free

out here
and in there

so breath it deep, and go forth
strong. . . while you can
while your space is your own
and still goes where you go
as you are what you make of that,
while you can. . .
make whatever you can from this
. . . in the end
it is what it was
you were who you were
(none of this matters)

always be whomever you please
as everything dies in the end

at times violently. . .
as that is what it is
and not one of us signed up for this,
ambiguous bullshit

(there's no crying in baseball)