
Tag: imperfect
Misfit
I wonder sometimes
How is it that anything I do
Or anything is say,
Anyway I play
Or even how I pray,
It is always too little
For what the world demands.
The World. Who is he? Or is he?
I am the world. Or am I?
If I’m the world, how is it that
I’m deficient for myself?
And if I’m not the world,
How is it that I care so much
for him to care for me,
Or some love
for him to spare for me?
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Embrace Imperfection
Perfect?
What is perfect? Who is perfect? And above all, why does it even have to be perfect? It need not be. Rather, it must not be. Perfection is the end. The Dead-end. Perfection is a myth, I hope. Continue reading “Embrace Imperfection”
Imperfect
Had There Been Ever No Fight And,
Had There Been No Theft,
There Wouldn’t Be A Thing To Fret,
Guess How Bored You’ll Get?
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