Okay

Every rotation on your turn-table eye, Or every buzz that the radio hums: "Ah, I see, music sings through you. So no, I know, I won't be okay." The green of the frail willow tree I spy, Or every flash of a sunbeam on the stroll: "Ah, I see, colours shine through you. So no, I know, I won't be okay." Every frequent meal in this colourless place, Or a willing treat if I'm likely to steal: "Ah, I see, sweetness comes with you. So no, I know, I won't be okay." Every second I spend counting hours away Or hours I spend counting days: "Ah, I see, my time should be with you. So no, I know, I can't see you though. No, I know, I won't be okay."