Fine is fantastic;
I’m glad you’re feeling alright.
Unless you feel sick;
Unless you burn bright
With a pain akin to mine,
Hidden; out of sight.
Walking a thin line
Of a lonely, out of touch,
Less fantastic fine.
If it is as such,
In that sad case, I’m sorry.
It might not mean much,
But where we are, we
Both are in similar boats;
Under a starry,
But dark sky that coats
Good, loving hearts with sorrow.
Yet still your heart floats,
On joy you borrow
From the good times that you know
Will come tomorrow.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 11:10 PM UTC
Fine is fantastic;
I’m glad you’re feeling alright.
Unless you feel sick;
Unless you burn bright
With a pain akin to mine,
Hidden; out of sight.
Walking a thin line
Of a lonely, out of touch,
Less fantastic fine.
If it is as such,
In that sad case, I’m sorry.
It might not mean much,
But where we are, we
Both are in similar boats;
Under a starry,
But dark sky that coats
Good, loving hearts with sorrow.
Yet still your heart floats,
On joy you borrow
From the good times that you know
Will come tomorrow.
Inspired by the words of a friend.
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