It will be just fine-the line

I woke up those mornings with seemingly a smile on my face.
There was rain & the usual delay.
Why so glum?
It's gray.

sloppy
wet
cold
and the weather sets your tone.

People pressing on by. . . moving on with their lives.
We strive to survive with not a clue why, yet,
through continuing our daily grind,
and pining on through cryptic sighs,
we all seem to get by as if it will be just fine.

There's a line,
just fine.
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