the truth of perfect

what if you found a bag of perfect
and put it on your back
would you always be real happy
would your life be void of cracks

is it possible you’d discover
that the richness is beneath
you find it when you have some tears
and when you grit your teeth


disguised as some struggle
and a little bit of strife
the truth of perfect seems to be
it doesn’t make a life



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