I am just a speck of stardust
drifting in never-empty space
faintly lit by distant suns
do I lie by pretending to be normal
though creative kind light-hearted cheerful warm
or am I really
even the good like my mother
have mean streaks
the bad like dad more likely good
doing their best
in a complicated situation
the results ineluctably beyond their control
not that there isn't evil
but it's never me if I can help it
realize other people are equally real
remember too
what I didn't actually forget
not doing what I was doing at the time
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