More like a hard day’s year

with almost 120,000 gone,

the rest of us feel barely alive ourselves

whether it’s gratifying or just plain irksome.

where do we go from here?

picks ourselves up, dust ourselves off and just pretend everything’s hunky dory.

maybe you’ll meet a girl or your end.

it’s so easy to look on the bright side when it’s the only one in existence and vice versa.

but somehow we’ve ended up in a bile of our own creation that’s just begging to boil over the top.

i refuse to sit here and tell you the light at the end of the tunnel is just days away from shining down on us but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t reach for it.

because we will bask in the warm glow of perspicacity.

it’s only a matter of time.

and as so many voices across the world cry out in anguish and hope,

the rest of us just have one simple question: when exactly does the winning

start?