Perfect I wish I were perfect. Liked leaves on a vine Or a dust speck. Like the colors of art Or the sunset Like the wind in my face As I go outside Or the mailman who delivers my mail Morning through night. I wish I were perfect. So I can brag it to my friends So I can see their faces as they wept So I'll be loved for perfection And I won't have anything but splendor in #life itself But it's a wasteful wish Even a star won't make it true It'll make time stop forever And you'll be stuck in moral terror For not everything is prefect Even as I weep Wishing #life to be neat. For being being perfect is a wasteful wish.
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