Not a poem. Not a song. Just short paragraphs.

[diello]

So first, my life is great.
Then it falls apart and I let it.
Then everything falls into place.
Then it gets pulled from under my feet and ripped up.
Then I spend forever trying to put it back together.
Then aside from the previous unmentioned bad things, more bad things happen.
Then everything seems like it's going to come together again.
Then I get one thing put back into place.
Then new bad things happen all at once.
Now I have one or two things in place, and getting into place.
And everything else fell apart.
Again.