Untitled (until later, possibly.)

I'm not sure I like what is happening,
whatever it is,
but I'm pretty sure the thing will pass,
eventually.

If I knew what it was,
I would like it better.

Or maybe I wouldn't.

I probably won't know until it passes,
which it might not.

But if it does,
then I will know what it is and whether or not I like it.

If I don't like it, I won't be sorry -
but if I do like it, I will be.
Sorry.

I hope I don't like it.