Is It Okay. . .

Is it okay to be dreaming
With your eyes open wide
Is it okay to be walking
In a maze without a guide...

Is it okay to be smiling
With no one sitting around
Is it okay to be flying
With your feet on the ground.

Is it okay to be dancing
To the music in your head
Is it okay to be singing
A poem we once read.

Is it okay to be patience
When the world falls apart
Is it okay to keep going
After stumbling at the start.

Is it okay to be seeking
When the eyes cannot see
Is it okay to be crying
When we're merry as can be.

Is it okay to be hoping
When all the reasons fail
Is it okay to be moving
With wids against the sail.

Is it okay to be kind
When all seems hostile
Is it okay to forgive them
After it's been a while.

Is it okay to be loving
While keeping it to you
Is it okay to be waiting
With no one to come through.

Is it okay to be crazy
If being so makes sense
Is it okay to admire
A child's ignorance.

Is it okay to be stupid
If it brings about a smile
Is it okay to be tired walking
With someone, that extra mile.

Is it okay to be twitching
When awaiting a reply
Is it okay to have feelings
The ones you don't deny.

Is it okay to be asking
The things that we know
Is it okay to be hiding
The things we must show.

I don't care. ..

Swift as a thought
Firm as a gaze
Calm as a dew
Quiet as the rays...

Just fast and stern
At peace and warm...
There is you at one hand
On the other, gosh. . . Your charm

Harsh as a breath
Sweet as a peach
Kind as a river
Open as a beach. . .

Just strict and nice
Giving and lucid...
There is you at one hand
On the other,  your eyes livid.

Cute as a cupid
Wild as a fire
Blunt as a machete
Deep as a desire...

Just romantic and ruthless
Mostly direct with insight
There is you at one hand
On the other, your sight...

Poised as a knight
Clique as a wine
Deep as an ocean
Merry as a chime

Nobel and distinct
Mature and mobile
There is you at one hand
On the other, your style...

Fluent as a fountain
Mystic as a spell
Rare as a black pearl
Precious as a jewel

Flowing mysteriously
Not comman and so dear
There is you at one hand
On the other, I don't care...