You Know the Kind of Plans

You know the kind of plans.
The ones that spring forth
in the heat of an argument.
Burning desires
unleashed,
unburdened,
set forth
among the questions of
"What the fuck are we doing?"
and "Are we holding up our own end?"
What end?
We don't know.
We never know.
We just do,
and do,
and do,
and do.

You know the kind of deal.
The one we circle around.
The one unwritten,
unsigned,
unexamined,
invisible,
with no liberty or justice for all kind.
The one meant to be
unbroken,
re-written,
and written,
and written,
and written.

A guide through shaky waters,
torrents,
and currents.
The life boat
that doesn't exist
because you're always treading,
and needing,
and grasping.

Why don't you stop a while?
Float.
Breathe.
Slow down,
and look around
at the endless expanse
of what you'll never know,
and always know.

The life.

You know the kind of life.
The life that is yours.
The life that is mine.
The life that is ours.
The life
that we love.
Together.