Perfection In the race against time, to get back to reality, I stop and question my own sanity. Am I mentally healthy or am I insane? Am I a real person or just a character in your games? The theme song plays and I make my first jump, I fall short of my end goal, that's the end of my run. But in my head I feel happy, not afraid, and in my head I don't ever get played. Deep down I know this is not a place I can stay, But in my bed, asleep and dreaming I lay. The bell tolls from my bedside table, As I make my way to sane from unstable, Living in my own world, with no objections, That is what I would call perfection.
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