Maybe Now, or Maybe Never

Is she really that different?
She talks and walks,
She eats, she sleeps,
But, does she fit in?

Some think she's perfect,
But I see the inner struggle,
The times she has run into her mother's room,
On the verge of tears.

Just because she excells at it,
Does not mean that it comes easy.

Perfection equals Phineas,
Not really.
He struggled,
She struggles,
We all have problems.
And joys!

Hang your tears on the line,
You'll pull them back in.
Run to the neighbor and complain,
Then find out that her son has just gone to war.

Why? Why these issues?
Life is easy,
Life is hard,
Make it work.

As times flies by,
I am the still point,
The eye in the center of the hurricane.

Why do you think it's been so important?
For centuries, the concept of which many have pondered.
But it has caused pain as well.

What is the point?
Where does it end?
It ends now,
Or it just begins.

This is life.
This is how it happens.