Ideal World

People say I’m an idealist

I see things that aren’t there

I see the good and not the bad

I see the world as fair


I trust people far too much

Because that’s how it should be

There’s good in the human being

As if we never took from the tree


I see the potential good

And not the obvious cruelty

I don’t ignore it, it’s there

But I rather see the beauty


What people don’t seem to get

Is that this gives me hope

I can never get rid of it

Because it’s just how I cope


I’ve seen sickness take my mother

I’ve seen distance ruin familiarity

I’ve seen depression take my soul

I’ve seen good as a rarity


And yet this belief lives on

I can’t let it die

Because if I can’t trust people

 What else would I deny?

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