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If things were always perfect

and people knew everything,

there would be no reason for poems,

and windchimes wouldn't ring.

That's why I'm thankful for the good times

thankful for the bad

thankful for my emotions

and the feelings that I've had

because if things were always perfect

and people knew everything,

I'd find no reason to write my poems

and windchimes wouldn't ring.

The wind has to blow for windchimes to ring

there must be a reason for people to sing

if there were no reason, why would we write?

Why would we express what we feel inside?

I know I've grown a lot

I know I'm constantly at change

I wish I had a choice,

but I've come to realize these things:

Things aren't always perfect

people can't know everything

we still find reasons for poems,

and windchimes will always ring