My best friend Michael O’Brien said I will be famous after I’m dead.
He died first, instead.
Do I want fame for myself, no.
The truth comes dropping slow.
I want what everyone wants but hardly dares to expect.
World peace, an end to war and argument as you might suspect.
I write my words, they say the same.
Allow children play a game.
Maybe Michael’s right, may my words be true.
I want a perfect world for you.
How about me too?
A perfect world requires perfected people, they are rare.
The burning question, do you care?
2nd February, 2018