Where do I get off?!

Another day another dawning what happens when we wake in the morning who can tell who can say what if anything comes our way what will be said what will we do it’s all so vague I wish I knew how will we cope in our place here when what went before seems oh so near will things causing hurt so long ago never cease their ebb and flow suffocating as they often do the place we’re in here and now I wake each day with some wan hope but soon I grab the greasy rope and continue my slide that day by day from the here and now sucks me away where does it go where will it end and what the hell is ‘round the bend