Monday, September 1, 2014

Perfection

Everyone seems to have 
Their own 
Agenda 

Wanting me to follow 
Theirs --

Even the six year old 
Who makes up rules 
To suit herself -
She let's herself win 
But not every time 
So as
Not to
Create suspicion -

She's too cute 
To say no to -
Now 
But someday someone 
Surely
Will
Life itself will 
Have it's way -
It always does

And you -
You
Want me to be 
Someone special 
Someone perfect 
And I -
Just want to 
Run 
To hide -

The answer is 
A certain degree 
Of confidence 
I suppose -

And

Better hiding techniques 
-Camouflage 
-Smoke screens 
-Carefully covering 
     Tracks 

Let the six year old compose 
-all the rules she wants to 
But you -
Will have to know 
That I'm not perfect 
Now -
And won't be -
Probably -
Ever

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