Perfection

 

Wrong notes, wrong letters, wrong strums, wrong nights, wrong rules, wrong lies. Wrong, wrong, and then there’s right. A curve, a truth, a life, a smile, a laugh. Perfection is a lie, but this the truth: perfection is happiness only when you are too blind to see real happiness.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For Album Leaf, because your wonderful song Window inspired this poem.

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this is spot on, thanks.