My Santiago

Making it through the day

I have my sad days and my glad ones, My bad ones and the good.

When am oppressed by fear of nothing and yet everything And when I have heady excitement for what’s to come

no fear here!

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And through it all I make it through each day, Of times immersed in the action And on others, forcing myself

To simply move on, Smile, and hold fast

Till it all comes back to me again, Giving me momentum to move, on, And forwards,

Making it through Yet another day...

And after all is said and done, We live our lives, Never fully knowing, Guaranteed nothing But the not knowing, The surprise around the corner,

The dent in our armour, The buffet in our sails, But we pick up tools And move on, Knowing that it will all come back again, In time, in time.

Life has this curious way of making sense Even when there is nothing but the pain.