And so...

And so it begins again.
The common and familiar ache of watching
My fellow creatures writhe in their own decided suffering
and oh how I would tell you your choices
Different decisions which could be made
But it's not up to me, nor is it my life
So I watch and sometimes cry
while you stumble in and out the door
waiting on the otherside for something more

Definitive not
Assumptive, nope
Courageous, you are
Hopeful is my heart.