Hold: all is not lost
Nor is all found. Things are not black
As blackest night nor clear as day, and the situation
Is not hopeless, although there is nothing
Anyone can do about it. You are only you, but cannot
Be yourself, and nothing is as bad
Or as good as you've been told. You may as well be
Sailing the Sea of Meringue
With a key lime rudder
Waiting to scuttle onto a crushed graham cracker shore
To climb and plant your flag on Whipped Cream Hill
To claim it for God and country
As understand this mess
You were born into. I tell you this is true:
All is not lost. The center will hold.
Assuming there is a center. Nothing is as bad
Or as good
As you have been told.
This is true.
Except the part about sailing the sea of meringue.
I made that up.
James MacFarlane Williams