Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Sometimes I have to remind myself that
We live in a world where
Not everyone calls you back,
Not everyone has to be on time,
Not everyone has to say they’re sorry,
And not everything has to work out.
We live in a world where when the phone rings
It isn’t someone who wants to talk to you
And when people forgive
It doesn’t mean they forget
And that “better late than never”
Is more of a religion than a phrase.
Our atmosphere is full of hypocrites
And fake psychics
And seven billion blips of existence,
All melted together into continents with
Contents and
Condiments
And not everything is perfect.
Sometimes I have to remind myself that
We live in a world where
People care for children,
People can get along,
People can love strangers, unconditionally,
Simply for no reason at all.
We live in a world where a loved one
Has a voice only a few dial tones away
And when people get along
It doesn’t matter what color they are, sometimes,
And people can all have one group without worrying about looks
And when you wake up in the morning you can know that
Someone, someone in seven billion voices has to hear yours
And that if you were to disappear
Someone would notice that maybe you haven’t noticed,
And someone would cry that maybe you don’t know.
And maybe, just maybe that someone cares more than anyone else,
And when you find them it’ll work out.
Our oxygen is used by every person, every being
With two lungs or otherwise, produced by plants
To be used by our seven billion masses, who all are capable of
Higher moral understanding and lovely lively liberation
And maybe it’s not perfect but it hasn’t collapsed yet.
I think it’s time to celebrate.