And there’s nothing I can do.

I wake in the morning and it’s around me like a shell.

Not a part of me, but inseperable.  Grafted to me from so many yers.

I can’t remove this now.  My skin will come with it.  I can’t survive that.

So this is how it is.

I can keep trying to jump the ship or I can learn to sail this one.  And in the end , when I sail off the edge of the world, it will be lopsided and imperfect.  But I will get there the best I can.

Because this is how it is.

Get born or get lost.

Get out or get downed.

This is how it is.