Perfection,
The “right†way for everyone to be
But with such variation
Whose plan will the world see?
And if this worlds so perfect
Then why are we here?
All we seem to do is break
And clog up the unclear.
So who are we then?
We’re not animals to be bred,
We have trust we have feelings
We have lives to be led.
How can we be so perfect?
Is there really such a thing?
Not tall but not small,
Not fat but not thin.
Just right in the middle,
You know, bang on that line.
One slip and you’re dead
Cos the cut is so fine.
We’ve got so good at breaking
It’s controlling our minds,
But it’s now gone too far
And we’re cutting it too fine.
The heart is too fragile
To even be mislead,
One fracture time’s up
It just can’t be repaired.
With our numbers increasing
With more points of view,
We can’t stop our addiction
Of snapping in two.
With our futures ahead
But still never seen,
It becomes yet more dangerous
To wipe shadows clean.
But what is this danger,
What risk won’t we take?
It looms in the air
Like a fatal mistake.
And d’you know what, it is
But there’s some who can see
That the cost of their actions
Clogs up the unclean.
We bully for protection
For space on the line,
But not everyone fits
There are some left behind.
They are ditched for imperfection
But recently I thought,
No one can just be perfect
Our world wouldn’t work.
There is a solution
And it won’t take much time.
To put everyone together
Just draw a longer line…
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