If for just one day.
I could let anyone I have in my 24 hour day see my 24 hour intent.
Of just wanting to make happy.
Of just wanting to show I mean okay.
Of just wanting to try. With them.
To make happy. To show okay.
But those 24 hours always seem a day too long.
And they seem not to believe.
That I simply don’t have the mind or heart.
To mean ill.