I know I’m not perfect,
surely I know,
I could never be the epitome of my charred illusion
but still I’d like to be p-e-r-f-e-c-t
…in every sense of the word.
I’m pretty sure I’d be celebrated by some
yet hated by most
for my outrageous, over-the-top daydream.
Still, at least for a day,
I’d like to know what perfection feels like,
…to be perfect at “something”
and, after much careful thought and consideration
…I don’t know what that “something” would be,
…just so many experiences lurks in my honest illusion.