Don't Tell Me Life Isn't Fair

Don't tell me life isn't fair... I know it.
I know things don't always go as planned.
That hard work doesn't always pay.
That some people never get it right, ever.
I know that there are five year olds with cancer.
That there are people who die on their birthdays.
That the universe is random, completely.
That nature is cruel and mean.
That tigers hunt baby deers, and let their kids play catch and kill with them.
That, that is perfectly natural and it is okay.
That there are people who are evil, and it's not because they had an unfortunate childhood.
That sometimes evil has a happy face and the last laugh.
And no matter how much you justify your hurt, there are days when you will find no comfort there.
Don't tell me life isn't fair... I know it.
I know that love doesn't always beget love, or a heart, a heart.
Or kindness, one's kindness; or goodwill, one's goodwill.
I don't know if everything happens for a reason. I really don't.
I don't know if there is an all loving god up there or just a lunatic with a muddled sense of humor.
Or a moody little child playing with a bunch of toys.
I don't know...
But I know that life isn't fair.... It isn't.
Don't tell me life isn't fair... I know it.
But I also know that there is good in the world, just as there is evil.
That there are kind strangers, who're kind just for the sake of it.
That there is hope and chance, even if it's just randomly assigned probabilities.
That there is love as much as there is hatred. And neither needs any rhyme or reason.
I know that dreams come true, even if they mostly don't.
That if you follow your heart, you may lose a lot and then no more.
That you can choose to live in fear or in wonder.
And that there is scope for happiness, there always is, until your last breath.
So, don't tell me life isn't fair... I know it.
I refuse to let it pass me by, while I still own it.
I will make the mess, the beautiful hot mess, I see fit.
'Cause I am here to live.