Change.

I don't know if it will ever change.  Every year, same ol' thing.  Gets worse, doesn't seem to get better.  Sometimes I just think I need to make a drastic move, something to shake it up a little bit.  More often than not I find myself aksing, What's it all for?  The point is to get better, not to keep muckin' through the mud over and over and over and over again.  It's all just the same.  Never better, never changing.  If it does change, it's getting worse.  My hope is seeping out of my pores, being sucked dry by reality.