again & again in poetry

I’m trying to be a skeptic
without becoming cynical
I’m trying to stay hip to things
without becoming hypocritical
I’m trying to find a rhythm to my life
without just becoming typical
I’m trying to live my life
but nothing’s even quite that simple

the going got tough
I’m trying to not have it turn me into
an asshole and stuff
but the transition was rough
all this time on this Earth
trying not to be a jerk
all it has gotten me
was a very small piece of mind
when I was a kid
that was pretty much fine
but these days I don’t know
these days seem to just come and go
the good runs fast and
the bad crawls so slow
I don’t know I don’t know