Sure I fall and trip over shock,
And sure I run when you walk.
I can’t stand with patience or time,
And I speak what my thoughts sublime.
I may not be extravagant or beautiful,
And sure enough I’m so doubtful.
My head’s always in the clouds,
And I tend to speak too loud.
My smile isn’t near perfection,
And my eyes conceal affection.
I lack at desire and ambition,
And sure I have no definition.
I’m all over the place, up in, down and out,
And I would never know what you speak about.
Sure I can’t see your hints and clues,
And I won’t follow up with you.
Now I guess I can’t sing a tune,
And life with me is so jejune.
Yes I know I reverse your expectations,
And I oppose your dreamt perfection.
But maybe someday things will change,
And maybe someday I’ll be in range.
Our lives go on, changes sink and rise.
Someday I will be…perfection in your eyes.
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