To you, not at you

A sort of decency 

Which it tends to keep

When we are desperate 

Worrying about meeting ends

Getting on our own feet.

There's too much and too less

And already this human is drained 

Then why keep going?

They might ask..

I'd say, that's the beauty.

To not be okay is okay too,

Right?

Then why am I complaining?

Maybe it's not as bad

As TC said,

Life comes towards you, 

And not at you.

Maybe one day 

I could get it all