IT'S OKAY

There's something I'd like to tell you;
If only I thought you would listen.
There's something I'd like to show you;
If only I thought you would see.

It's okay, I undrstand.
You could never be where I have been.
It all means so much to me,
But you could never see -
The things I want to show you.
You don't want to listen
To what I have to say.
But it's okay.
Maybe someday
You'll stop and look at me.

I look around
At my so-called friends,
And I can see
That in the end -
They'll still be following
Ghosts from the past,
Living in a haze
With nothing that will last.
Well It's okay.
I'll just go my own way,
Waiting for someone to see -
The things I want to show you;
Waiting for someone to listen -
To what I have to say.
Even my friends can't hear me,
'Cause they're just not that way.

No, it seems
I'm the only one
Who is stuck that way.
The only one who sees
The way I do.
The only one who hears
The way I do.
The only one who feels
The way I do.
The only one who dreams
The way I do.
The only one who pays
The way I do.
But that's okay...
I'll be a creator -
If only unto myself.
I'll be a director -
If only of my words.
I'll read
I'll listen
To what I have to say,
And wait until
Someone else comes my way...
Someone else
Who is this way.
It's okay.
Yeah, it's all okay.

© Barry Veinotte

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