Potholes

life is like a nepali paved road... never properly planned... always liable to shift and slope... and open for that random girl to come up and take a pick axe at you... to fix the flow of things they say... all you get is a pool fool of muddy water... to splashed at passers by... half of it is guranteed to be washed away by the monsoon rain... and assuradely patched up with reminants of a dysfuncational budget...