accept.
I’m trying to be super. Every fiber in me is pulling together and towards that ultimate end goal.
Sure, for now I just want to be ok.
But I’d like to feel fabulous.
But for now, I’m just trying to be ok.
But for today, I’m ok with being ok.
It takes work to get something to work.
But getting me in working order
is an order im willing to work at.
I’ll take ok
over nonexistence anyday.
Now, we’re not always ok.
But everything will end up ok.
Things will always be ok,
in the end
when they’ve finished their work.
And they helped
they helped make us ok.