The Perfect Picture Poem by Emmanuel Arunee Mwanza

The perfect picture,
Is a dream;
Something that I picture perfect,
Is a myth;

The perfect picture,
Is the ideal life of everything;
I picture perfect things that come to nothing;
They are all struggles

The perfect picture,
Suffocates me with thoughts, ideas;
Of what I would have, forget the how part,
Something that I picture perfect,
Is a mystery

The perfect picture,
Is of a world;
Something that I picture perfect,
Is a home to my kind

The perfect picture,
Challenges me with love and kindness;
Towards those that don't deserve it,
Those I picture perfect;
It is strange

The perfect picture,
Is a map;
Something that guides me,
Is something that has no control over me;
I picture perfect my own paths even when I fail,
It is unnoticeable

The perfect picture,
Is me;
Fighting myself from within, and hope,
Is that makes me believe to keep on picturing perfect;
Even if it looks like wasting time

The perfect picture,
Is everything I would have;
So I will picture them perfect,
I will reason and negotiate with myself;
Until I perfect my on life even though I know it's hard