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?