Be good anyway…

I used to imagine

if I was a good girl
that everything would be
all right.

Then I learned that

good, and everything
and all right
don’t mean anything at all.

I used to think
if the world was calm
and peaceful and nice
that Life would be easy… normal.

Then I learned that
calm and nice
easy and normal,
really don’t mean anything at all.

I used to believe
if people liked me and I pleased them,
that I would be safe
and someone would discover me… make me famous.

Then I learned that
that liking
and pleasing,
saving
and fame
really don’t mean anything at all.