"It's okay to be lonely, it's okay to be sad."
But who will ever tell us:
it's okay to be happy, it's okay to be grand?
Is it okay if I just lie here today
and smile at the sky because we're alive?
Is it okay after all
if I just close my eyes and
name the stars after me?
It is not okay, I think:
okay is a dress that could do for anyone.
This is not simply okay,
not this life, not these stars:
it's a fucking miracle, that's what we are.