a way

it's not fair that people have to live in distress.

and other people could care less.

and pretend that they have it better

that people don’t have someone to talk to

what are they supposed to do?

wait around for things to get better?

that some don’t have a father and a mother

because they don’t love each other

the parents could have done better

that not everyone has a creative outlet

they feel alone

like they own a planet

all to themselves

it’s not fair for anyone to be alone

for anyone to have to moan

i envision a life

and impossible life

where the night

isn’t all that bad

where this clique

can stick, together

and the world will follow

and they’ll marvel at our joy

and say “boy,

i wish i had someone to count on like that”

someday..

maybe it could be that way