Picture Perfect

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What is perfection anyway?

A pretty face?

Something that makes you sigh?

Or is it just a blatant lie?

Hidden in a beautiful disguise

 

Is it the way that we choose to see things?

Or is it only about what is revealed by time

Does it come across unannounced?

Or is there some kind of sign?

 

Is it hard to hold onto?

Or is it wise to let go?

Is it worth gambling all that you can have?

And forgetting all that you believe you know?

 

Searching for it endlessly-

Isn’t that what we usually do?

Not once stopping to look back

Thinking that there’s no way

That you could have found it so soon

 

Maybe it’s just another name,

For something mysterious, that doesn’t exist

Or maybe someone will walk up to you someday

And give it a whole new meaning,

Clearing up the mist

 

What is, perfection then anyway? –

A moment when you realize

That nothing could be more perfect

Than what lies before your eyes…

 

 

 

 

 

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