Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Perfect

Everything perfect
Everything clean
Everything happy
It's a wonderful scene.

All is well
And in perfect taste
My world is quiet
And full of grace.

It's perfection
Perfectly acheived
It's everything I wanted
And all I conceived.

But it seems something's wrong
With this wonderful place
Yet I don't understand
Not a thing's out of place.

There's no one to bug me
There's no one else here
There's no troubles, no worries
No struggle or fears.

I went perfectly straight
To my perfect clean home
But maybe it's not perfect
When I'm perfectly alone.

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