Perfection

Perfect world

Your hiding from me

Where do you sleep in a place like this?

People grow into morality

Aging ideas but unchanged at heart

Young in my search

I believed suicide was impossible

Now I understand that I'm lucky to see beauty

The perfect world can be easily a dream,

As it can be a treasure

I'm glad to still see green grass

Because the perfect world is more plastic

Than I once thought

Perfect family

Where have you gone?

I left with a red rose

And came back with it weltering

It's not ruined, nor broken

But unimaginable imperfect

Yet in time I have learnt it to be ordinary

I have weathered petals

Like they all have their fallen leaves

There's beauty in the autumn colours

Perfect is the skill of misperception

Happiness is selecting the best to see

I see more clearly now

I wish I was blinder