a page from my book

a page from my bo
ok, like, okay, it’s okay.
why are we pessimistic?
there’s hope still, st-
ill hopes, ill wishes,
why is it that when we have
bad experiences, we want
people to have worse?
there’s hope still, st-
reet signs leading us to
the path other people have taken;
what’s wrong with following
the streets people have shown to be safe,
to be helpful, if not innovative?
does everyone have to make
something special?
i just want people to know
that other people are people,
that things can get better.
i just want people to have
what they’ve always wanted,
as long as it doesn’t hurt
anyone else; does anyone else feel
the same way as me?
i just want people to have
a page from my bo
ok; it’ll be okay, we’re all okay.