Get up,
up and about,
they all said that life would not work out the way they planned,
they were more than right,
they were dead on,
and this is not how I imagined any of this to be,
I did not imagine invisibility,
but we had,
for quite some time in our youth,
accounted for nothing more than invincibility,
and as it turns out,
there was a difference between the two,
and I did not like the hand that had been dealt to me,
but maybe I forgot to deal with all of it,
to deal myself,
I heard it again,
them saying to get up,
to get up and about,
I heard it loud and clear,
and I was fairly certain my commiserations had become to comfortable in here,
so much so, in fact,
that they had drown out the better part of my conscience,
not the better part,
but the better part of it,
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