Perfection

October 28, 2010
By Anonymous

I wake up every morning
Just to wish I could fall back asleep

And travel to a world
Where everything is different
A place where the grass is greener
And the sky always blue

A place where war doesn't exist
And everything is beautiful

That would be perfect
But perfect things do not exist

And as i sit on my crooked chair
Watching the rain fall unevenly on the muddy ground
I think to myself
Is this good enough?



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