Seeing adults deal with tragedy

Seeing adults deal with tragedy
is more depressing than the tragedies
themselves.
It puts my small problems in perspective
as I go looking for positive quotes
on the internet
and for reasons to believe that you’re not
lying to me.
They had all gotten over their small problems,
made it to the final stretch only to be
pushed down by some imaginary force
called life.
Life, why does it push us,
push us forward, push us down,
push and pull, push and pull, leaving us spinning
in a revolving door.

Rainbeams

How do people just
die? Is it like a computer, accidentally
hitting the shutdown button
instead of sleep?
Do computers have dreams
when they sleep? Does the internet
give them nightmares, like it does viruses?
Are we all just
addicted to addictions
and obsessed with obsessions, attached to an attachment
in the email you just sent me?
All this talk about loving myself first, working on
myself first, well, I’ve loved myself first,
I’ve worked on myself first but
what comes next?
Life and love experiences bounce within and between beings,
ricocheting without rhythm,
connecting and missing connecting flights
I’m planning to take, or which will take me,
far, far away, my troubles
getting caught in the clouds.