It's always the same question, "How are you?"
And it's always the same lie, "I'm fine."
We leave it to the enquirer to figure out what fine is,
And most probably, as probable as the monsoon rain, they're bound to ignore the depth of the 'fine'.
As probably as the moth being drawn to light,
They're bound to assume we're actually fine, no matter how hard we're silently begging them not to leave us on our own.
As probably as the coin landing on either heads or tails,
They're bound to keep talking like nothing ever even happened.
As probably as the land breeze blowing at night,
They're bound to move on to the next topic, ignoring the fact that you're not fine.
But as probably as the snake not eating the rat,
They're bound to understand that the 'fine' you actually uttered is not actually fine, but quite the opposite of it.
As probably as a comet thousands of light years away hitting the earth today,
They're bound to understand your pain and actually make you feel fine.
Inspired by a quote I once read: "How are you?"
Always the same question.
Always the same lie.