Perfect
Sometimes I don’t know what to think
After all this time I should be perfect
And why not
How many mistakes does it take to be perfect
And then I turn around and
I’m responsible for another
I’m not perfect yet
What do I do
Wing it some say, make it to the next day
As perfect as you can be
There’s no turning back that I can see evil time
Folly is the second chance there’s only the first
There is no fool only the imperfect at scale
So what do I do
My own that belong to themselves follow strangely to me
Follow what
That perfection they chase hopefully