Not So Perfect
I open my eyes
To thinking about what has to come
What awaits, it's unpleasant
Perhaps our whole life settles there, it sums
But a will to live still blooms within
For tomorrow might just be when life begins
Funny, how it all seems so clear
As if it's all right there, spread
But you never notice the fog that covers the vision unclear
Until you have seen the sky shine bright ahead
I look at those faces everyday
Feel their presence around, I am stuck
Yet I feel I don't know them,
And neither do they
It's a glass shell we live in
Close yet so distant, it's numb
Just sometimes I feel I don't belong
No understanding that blooms
I wish ones mind could be layed open
But you only see one side of the moon
Beautiful, outstanding and radiant
The other could be any gradient
Will you accept it all? Bitter? Sour?
Or is it too much to ask for?
Will this feeling always linger?
Like the pretty petals that are meant to wither beneath
Are they meant to be appreciated for their beauty that shimmers
Or is there a deeper sense lying underneath?
Can they not be appreciated
For just trying to make people smile?
Maybe all I did today was hold myself
But to make up the base so strong, the heart
It's the salt to the dish
Not so visible, yet the glue that held
For the dish may fall apart
And all it takes is a pinch
Look at those faces around, happy and blooming
I wish for nothing but better
But is it wrong if I wish to touch it too?
Or if I want to hold it forever?
I am not perfect
If you look close, even the moon, even the flowers defect,
Have their own faults and thorns, sinful
Having them in your hands is just as painful
But will one walk past the blemishes and looks?
Or is it all just for the books?