If you were like me,
The world would be okay—
I’ve never done anything wrong—
Though what the world would be like,
It is difficult to say.
If the world were too wise and calm,
It would not be like itself at all,
And then I might not be around, to be good,
Or different from the rest; I wouldn’t exist at all.
So we cannot judge the world based on who we are.
But the good, which I am, still pleases me.
It pleases me. It exists. Like that far star.
