You know that stuff you do?

The stuff between birth and death?

The bit where you think it's all going to get better?

Or the bit where you tell yourself,

And anyone else who will listen,

That it's only going to get worse?

Yeah, all that stuff we do.

What happens with it?

I mean, where does it all go?

All that effort?

All that being clever?

All those risks you took?

All that couch potato-ing?

All that gossiping?

The helping and the

Getting in the way-ing?

Like, nothing ever really changes.

It's just the birth, the death and

Stuff in between.