No One Knows

everyone walks and talks

like they know what’s going on,

like they discovered the answers

long ago;

it took me many years

to figure out,

that no one knows

what’s going on,

that it’s all just

one big act;

all the well tanned,

perfect haircut,

confident looking,

smug faced know-it-alls,

don’t have any more answers

than some junkie,

lying stone cold in some

stinking alleyway,

and perhaps,

they know even less,

or they might be lying

in that same alleyway also;

still,

we have to go on pretending,

otherwise,

there’s just no point,

so we get our hair cut,

we get up and go to our jobs,

we smile and try to look unconcerned,

all the time fighting the fear

building in our gut,

all the time thinking;

everyone knows

but us.

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