The Art of Being Okay


I am adept
In the art of being okay
I have mastered the craft
Of covering my troubles
I use all sorts of fancy facades
Acrylic, oil, watercolor, you name it.
I can paint over nearly anything
You will never know
How late I was up last night or why.
My eyes flicker like candlelight
But you couldn't see
You couldn't possibly see
I'm too good for that.
I can dance, too
Waltzing away my sorrows
Carefully tip toe-ing the
Pas-de-I-am-fine
I get a standing ovation everytime
I'm very talented, you see.
But my all-time favorite
Is my disappearing act
I'm still perfecting it right now
But one of these days I'll show you
How I slip, slip, slip away
Right through your fingers.

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