Is it ok to not be ok?
Is it ok to not know what to say?
Is it ok to not mold the clay?
Is it ok to just stay?
Is it ok to just strey away?
Is it ok to feel like your cray cray?
Is anything ok in a day?
Is it ok to sit here and pray?
Is it ok?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem