keeping score

i try to keep score,
but we’ve been here before.

i chase an ever increasing mark,
trying my little hands to catch the spark.

how defeating to label just short,
this life, like it’s sport.

but actually happening is no game,
so defining good has a different name.

who am i to measure more, deeper, low,
there’s being at play, beyond what i know.

we’re going where i’ve not been before,
so i probably shouldn’t be keeping score.