Is it imperfect? Is it perfect?
You keep your mouth shut
Digging your opinion deep
Inside the fillers of your head
I retreat back into my own hut
Satisfying my dreams in my sleep
Exposing my own judgements to my bed
Why can't my own work be perfect?
Should it make your mind dizzy?
Should the emotion make your heart fizzy?
My perfection is imperfect
But my dreams say ‘I'm perfect'
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